in the night

It is 11pm on a Friday night and I’m already tucked into bed. Whoo, boy. I live life fast and hard! Or, more realistically, old and asleep.

I had planned to tuck in with a book tonight, but I’m having a bit of book ennui. See, I finished reading my last book a little over a week ago and I haven’t been able to decide what I want to start since then. I thought I’d be able to find something in my extensive (and mostly unread at this point) book collection.

The problem is that I’m not quite sure what I’m in the mood for. Hence the book ennui. And instead of finding something to read, I’m blogging about not knowing what to read next.