Dessert First

Booking Through Thursday

1. Do you cheat and peek ahead at the end of your books? Or do you resolutely read in sequence, as the author intended?
2. And, if you don’t peek, do you ever feel tempted?

I NEVER cheat and peek ahead at the end of my books.  That’s cheating, she says sanctimoniously. 

Seriously, though, I feel that I’d be cheating myself out of all the fun of arriving at the denoument the way the author intended me to. I’m never even seriously tempted, either. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know what happened. When it’s a book that I’m seriously dying to know the conclusion to, I read it in great gulps, like a man who’s just arrived at a desert oasis falls to his knees and drinks in water until his belly is bloated. I read faster and faster, and take in paragraphs at a time. I’m like a speed machine with but one purpose: ingest the contents of the book. That’s why I will frequently finish the book and, if it’s a good one, immediately begin to reread it: to catch the finer points I may have missed on my first reading.

When I get my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as close to midnight as possible on July 21st, I will inhale it in one huge gulp, scarcely coming up for air. Then I will turn the book back to the first page and start reading again until I fall asleep.  After a good nap and some food, I’ll have the book read again that day.

Good Mornin’!

Yesterday LeZard #2 asked how the boob was doing, and then immediately said that I needed to give it a name. She feels uncomfortable asking about my boob. So its name is Roger. The left boob, that is. And just so the right boob won’t feel left out, its name is Victor.

Roger’s doing fine, for the most part. He’s having a few twinges today, but he was up later than usual last night. He doesn’t seem to like staying up late. Which is too bad for him, because rehearsals start next week, and at least a few nights a week now he’s going to have to stay up late, seeing as how there’s no way I can put Roger to bed early and keep the rest of my body up late. Teehee. That just gave me the funniest mental image.

And no, I don’t really go “teehee” when I laugh.  I don’t know how to type out the noise I make when I laugh. So I just type out teehee and let it stand.

I’ve been really sleepy every day this week. I think it’s because midweek last week I decided to start taking my meds again after a month of stubbornly deciding I didn’t need them. After getting into a horrible snit with my husband when he said, “You haven’t been taking your medicine, have you?” (and of course the answer was no), I had to once again admit that stopping my meds because I was doing so well was probably counter-productive. Perhaps the reason I was doing so well was because of my meds.  Duh! Why is it so hard for me to accept the fact that I just need to take them? Without the topamax I have constant chronic daily headaches that nothing will take away. Without the effexor I have incredible depression. I need it. There’s no disgrace or shame in taking necessary medication. Yes, it’s expensive, even with insurance, but we can afford it.  It surprised me a little how rapidly the headaches came back when I quit taking the topamax, to be honest. My neurologist had told me a lot of patients were able to be weaned off it (and perhaps the key word there is weaned), but not all of them. And it was the headaches more than the rapidly increasing depression that made me decide to start taking my meds again. But I’d also been unable to sleep at night. Now I’m sleeping again, and I’m tired all day. I’m hoping I get caught up again soon, because this is getting old.

I found a yummy new flavour of Vitamin Water that I really like. It’s XXX, acai-blueberry-pomegranite (triple antioxidants). Very tasty.