I hate to admit it, but I do suffer from reader’s block every now and then. I finished rereading Sarah Dessen’s This Lullaby a while ago and have The Truth About Forever downloaded on my Nook but can’t bring myself to pick it up every day. It’s happened before and I always get back into it, but it’s always the in-between that’s a little weird. This article I read this morning sums it up PERFECTLY. If you have any absolutely amazing recs, please send ’em over! A few other thoughts this week . . .
1. I had my first massage last night. Holy strange. I wasn’t expecting it to be so . . . intimate. How weird is it to have a stranger’s hands literally all over you? I know it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it was for the most part, but not sure I’ll be going back anytime soon. Probably a sign that I’m too wound up and actually need MORE massages, but I digress.
2. This morning, I realized that I missed something about NYC: subway performances. I have not seen one since moving here. They always made me smile. Instead, the show I saw this week was a lady waking up a homeless man–quite rudely, I might add–because he was taking up three seats on the train. He moved but proceeded to stare her down, breathe loudly, and flap his arm at her the rest of the ride. Worth it, lady?
4. So I’ve been catching up on Scandal the past few nights. It’s getting a little out of control, but I mean–Jake vs. Fitz. Come on. So I keep watching. Is anyone else supremely annoyed by Olivia’s dad? I liked his first few big crazy speeches, but now it seems like that’s just his way of speaking.
5. I typed myself a note this morning about what to write in this post, and the note included “White House tours.” Aca-scuse me? I have a habit of writing cryptic notes to myself and having no idea what they mean days later. Sounds pretty important, though–or maybe just a Scandal overdose. Sorry about that.
Have a lovely weekend. ♥