the frog

I'm finally reading Michael Cunningham's A Home at the End of the World. The other day, while skipping my accounting lecture, I went to Chapters and I purchased it along with C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity. I've surprised myself at how much I miss reading for enjoyment... I think the last time I read a book purely for fun, prior to this fall, was about 7 or 8 years ago. Maybe I'll write something useful at some point. Time to go to bed and immerse myself in someone else's world. I'm such a hermit!