Before I retire for the evening

And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

I have to ask myself: What do I spend these summerdays on? Doing my daily quotas, hanging with my boyfriend and reading. Actually I've come to the point where I need to set strict rules for my reading. It's been nagging in my mind and finally came to a conclusion when I learned of mooingplatypus's new word: Polylibrist. That's what I am. I am a bad provocative polylibrist. I think I've promised myself off to about... four books at the time.

And why shouldn't a book be like a relationship? First you take an interest in the appearances, check around for what other people can tell you, and finally you're in. Some are flings, you forget about them when you're through with 'em, and some, you know how it feels when you're on the last page of a really, really good book, like Lord of the rings or Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel, you get that twinge in your heart; You know it'll be over soon but you hate to admit it. Ergo: Book=relationship.

Or maybe I'm jazzed out on sugar.

Yesterday, though, I had a productive day; Did my quotas, sent off a letter to The Norwegian Food Safety Authority concerning the treatment of circus elephants (see how backwards this country is?!), looked at this superb bit of storytelling, sold off five of my school books for a pretty penny, had a nice rest at the local café, and... Well, the rest consisted of spending time with my boyfriend. But still. Clever me.