Last night I stayed up too late reading. I was close to the end of my book when it was time to put it away, so I was compelled to ignore my bedtime and finish my book. Sometime between 1 and 2am I noticed how late it was, but still I plowed on. I started to notice that I was trying to read very quietly. I stopped making noises at surprising passages, and I started turning the pages slowly and quietly. Every time I forgot to turn a page quietly, or when I unintentionally mumbled reactions to the book, I would jerk my head to my sister's bed to make sure I didn't wake her.
Here's the kicker though. She's still out of town. I'm so used to being sneaky when I read past my bedtime because I have a roommate. And because my roommate just happens to wake up at the slightest crinkling noise.
So. Reason #4 for being alone: Reading loudly. I can yell at the book when I don't like a passage, or turn the pages as loudly as I'd like, and no one will hear me.
The sad thing is, every time I checked to make sure I didn't wake up Christine, I would get a small stab of disappointment when I realized she wasn't there.
I'm starting to have a hard time finding more positives to being alone. :)
I totally stayed up until 1-2 to finish my book last night too! needless to say i did not get up early to work out but did have time to do taht after my appointment! Im very happy to be heading home!
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