“People are frugal in guarding their personal property; but as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy.” – Seneca

I want to say I wasted time yesterday, but on the other hand…did I?  I finished a book around 8ish and then started another that I. COULD. NOT. PUT. DOWN.
Am I going to tell you what I read that I couldn’t put down? No.  I’m getting stingy with my book recs.  You want to know what I am reading, you can direct message me. Whores.
I’m just going to say the first holiday book where the FMC is a interior designer and gets snowed in was much better than the hairstylist sister.

My time is my own  now and I love it.  Last night I was stupid with it.  I was exhausted at 9:30 last night when Murphy gently reminded me it was time to go to bed.  I had just started to get to the good part in the story about 10:30 and by 3am I knew I was going to hurt today, but there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to finish the second book.  Regrets? None.

Today I am paying that price though.  I feel hung over.  From the minute I walked into work I was already to go go home and by 2pm my eyelids were drooping.

Now I just want to be at home, showered and watching the last episodes of Only Murders in the Building with my dog sleeping on the back of the couch.

*twitching nose* nope. i’m still here.