I can't stand it

So...I love to read...I love to get lost in the drama of a book that sucks you in and curls around your heart...nestles in there and you get to fall in love with it...

I can drown myself and reality in a whole different world and forget about my "normal" routine, my stacks of dirty underwear, my uncooked supper, and my dusty knick knacks...

One of the most wonderful, irreplaceable feelings in the world is to love a book, a story, a group of characters so much that I hate to see more of the pages piling up in my left hand than are awaiting me in my right hand...I'm almost sad anticipating the END, because then I must stop and I can't continue my addiction to this one...also....if its really good, I can't bear to put it down and go to sleep, eat, or you know do basic grooming.

If I'm nose deep in a great novel, the hands on the clock spin without my knowledge and then if I do come up for air, I say to myself "self, just one more chapter, you need to sleep."

Then when I end that chapter I say to myself "self, you can't stop at this place, you have to find out just how this part goes or you will never get to sleep anyway because you can't stop thinking about it and whether Johnny dies or not! I might as well save myself more sleeplessness by just getting by this milestone so I can sleep."

So...after we find out Johnny is deader than a doornail, I have to know who did it....sigh...tangled web...

I have to force myself to put the book down, shut off my brain (that part is pretty easy since the spark plugs can only fuel so much) and go to sleep.  Stay away from the book, do NOT turn that page!!!

So, when I find a particularly riveting book, this is both a blessing and a terrible thing...my addition to it can be self-destructive and I lack sleep and sometimes forget to - oh well put on deodorant or brush my teeth or zip my pants cause I'm trying to read some more while getting ready in the morning or stick in a few extra paragraphs while trying to stay alive...with  mundane things such as eating and bathing, breathing...

So, as I am quite tired these last few mornings, I am indeed knee deep in a tale that has sucked me in.  I haven't had one of these in a while so I am trying to pace myself as I don't want it to end...but yet I just have to find out if she gets away from the "bad guy".  So, I gotta cut this short, as my book is burning a hole in my nightstand begging me to pick it up and continue my journey into their lives....these people who aren't real and have no bearing on me whatsoever, except that I have come to care for them. 

I hope Jill didn't kill Johnny cause its SOOO obvious and then I will be MAD cause I totally solved it...sigh...