"He did what he did what little he could do."
The beauty of books.
Wish I had more time to read. I can totally make a life out of coffee, waffles, cocktails and books. The sheer pleasure of it all. I love to write too. Not writing my own novels, no. It's the action of writing that I like. Haha remember those times when I'm depressed and I start copying out chapters of my favourite books just for the sake of it.
It is therapeutic. To me. Just like driving is.
The 10 hours I spent reading today is by far the most enjoyable time I've spent in the last 2 weeks. Which isn't saying a lot, actually, given that NS makes walking to the bus stop a meaningful endeavour and hearing SAF personnel string one semantically sound sentence together a hopeful adventure.
Of course seeing my grandmother and listening to her laugh at other people and the gin/tonic/extra lime and new fountain pens adds colour to that list.
And how did we make a date out of dreary Monday mornings, 5am and Starbucks.