That's right. Bags. Not grocery bags. Not cute purses. Not bags packed with clothes to travel around the world, living an exciting life. Nope. I gots me some luggage under my eyes. And I blame Stephen King.
Yesterday I got a phone call from the front desk at work, saying I had a package waiting for me. Score! My father, who works in a FANTASTIC bookstore in Vermont (www.northshirebookstore.com), sent me Mr. King's latest 1,000+ page saga "Under the Dome". I am a big King fan, and have really enjoyed how his writing has evolved from the scary-creepy phase of "Carrie" and "Cujo", into more psychologically intense stories. A particular favorite is the collection "Everything's Eventual". But his latest is not a collection of short stories. In fact it's a very LONG story. And I love long stories too.
I started it last night when I got home from the gym (an admittedly short workout, as I knew that this latest adventure was waiting for me), and stayed up reading until 12:30. I cracked a good 200 pages, and would've read more. Except there are things in life -- works, perhaps-- which require a decent amount of sleep.
In a perfect world, I would like to finish it this weekend, but guess what? I actually have plans both days! Tomorrow will be a 10 mile run (hopefully my back will be kind), followed by Pre-Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's new house. Then Sunday is the Warhol exhibit. It's nice to have plans, but I am reserving Saturday night for my very special date with a married man from Maine, who loves the Red Sox, hates cell phones, and likes 1,000+ page books. Don't worry, Steve. So do I!
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