This weekend, I’m in Limerick again.
Obviously, I spend an amount of time in Limerick, since Alex lives here, and I like to visit him, what with him being my boyfriend and all.
In any case, getting to Limerick is alright, but it does involve getting two or three trains, then a plane, then a bus or a lift from Shannon back to Alex’s.
As a result of this, I spent a fair amount of time reading today. That would have been all well and good, except that I was carrying a few books, which will be Christmas presents, all of which I would quite like to read.
Thus, when I was hanging around and waiting for things to show up, I was really tempted to read these books.
And, actually, I did read part of one of them. But then I felt really guilty and stopped.
The problem with this, though, is that I’ve now read enough of a book to be interested/invested in how the story will pan out. But I am restraining myself from reading any more of it, because that is bad, and rude and things.
But I really want to know what happens! I may possibly have to buy my own copy of this book. Or borrow it after Christmas. This is a plan!