Sound the alarms, kiss your loved ones good-bye, do whatever you need to do because the world is coming to an end. I have left my book at home.
You may be asking yourself, "Huh? What's the big deal?" Trust me, this is a big deal. I never - NEVER - leave home without a book. Never. I don't think you understand. I. Never. Leave. My. House. Without. A. Book.
Jason makes fun of me because we'll leave the house just to get take-out and come straight home and I make sure to grab my book du jour before we leave, just in case. It doesn't matter where I'm going or how long I'll be gone, I have to take at least one book with me (yes, I have been known to take two books when I leave the house for a short period of time just because I'm close to the end of the first book and want to be prepared).
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I am a big ol'nerd. I love, love, love to read. I actually get grumpy if I go too long without reading. Every night I stay up way too late saying " just one more chapter" over and over to myself. One level of my personal hell would be if I became blind.
At work, I usually take my lunch break with Melissa. Today she had other plans. Being left to my own devices I thought I'd get an hour of reading time in... That is until I reached into my purse and realized my book was missing.
So, now I'm sitting here at work, shaking like a druggie going through detox. Just counting down the minutes until I can get my next fix.