I don't read any more. I don't know when I stopped. It's not that I don't have the time - I do. I have more free time than I care to think about and spend so much of it doing nothing (watching TV, internet, half-asleep).
I started to read Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment a while back but it's fallen by the wayside. Not that I wasn't enjoying it - I was really liking it even though it was hard work. Maybe I should set aside a half-hour or so in an evening and use that for reading. Might give that a try tomorrow evening...
Made it to the gym this morning - OK I only did some swimming but still, it's all good, right? Tomorrow I'm hoping to make it again. Guess I'd best get to bed then.
[EDIT: And I still haven't found my blasted P60... I swear it's got to be here somewhere! Where the hell did I put it?]
I started to read Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment a while back but it's fallen by the wayside. Not that I wasn't enjoying it - I was really liking it even though it was hard work. Maybe I should set aside a half-hour or so in an evening and use that for reading. Might give that a try tomorrow evening...
Made it to the gym this morning - OK I only did some swimming but still, it's all good, right? Tomorrow I'm hoping to make it again. Guess I'd best get to bed then.
[EDIT: And I still haven't found my blasted P60... I swear it's got to be here somewhere! Where the hell did I put it?]
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