I'm on a book binge . . . I finished A Thousand Splendid Suns a few minutes ago. Part of me wishes I had something to write about, but for now I'm content in having the time to read anything and everything. Next on the list: We Were The Mulvaneys, to be started tomorrow because I'm going to the track at eight.
Gah. That is five hours and nine minutes from now. Goodnight? Good morning?
Side note: why is goodnight considered a compound word while 'goodmorning' is not? V. curious.
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