bookworm underworld

since the summer, reading has upped itself into my top5 favourite ways to spend my time. i love how when u open a book u get transported into a whole other world; when u become involved with it time flies, u miss ur bus stop, but somehow thats ok. it's surprising how easily it consumes me and i cant stop- any sense of time, or self control is easily lost. last week i spent a whole day just reading. a whole day. what a waste in some respects, but sometimes i think u need to withdraw and immerse urself in another time and place. maybe i just like to justify denial of reality to myself,
but at the moment im ok with that.