The title says a lot about my thoughts and a lot can be inferred from it: bleary eyes, dry mouth (okay, that might be the wine…), words blurring, sagging energy.

But here’s the update:

I’ve been reading The Two Towers for the vast majority of Dewey’s readathon, and gotten over 500 pages into it (full disclosure: it’s one of the itty bitty ones. But still). As much love as I still have for the prose and the characters and the world that’s sucking me in in a way only the likes of J.R.R Tolkien can do, I had to stop. The words were blurring together and I was missing entire paragraphs because I had been reading too long, even after a 4-hour break to attend semi-formal.

Yes, I wore a pretty dress. When I got home at 10 p.m. I tore it all off and went back to my “Keep Calm and Let It Go” Frozen shirt.

I made two more valiant attempts including The Everything Store: Jeff Bezos and the Age of Amazon by Brad Stone and Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. From the former, I learned that if you type into your search bar, Amazon will come up. Because Bezos is just the kind of guy you want to work for if you’re looking for a good work-life balance. The latter, I definitely absolutely whole-heartedly want to read. I just can’t give it my all tonight.

I’m also too attached to my evening and morning routine. How am I going to mediate with a readathon hangover? The other hard reality is finals week. It’s starts on Tuesday, folks, and I’ve gotta be ready.

Until next time, readers.