No, really. This is irrelevant. Stop reading.
You were warned.
I'm listening to Bloody Jack in what is the seventy thousandth time I have experienced the story. I say "experienced" because I've read it many times but this is my first time listening. Which I am doing out of convenience because I have been packing for next week and doing lots of laundry and cleaning my room. Simultaneously. The eighteen dollar price tag was kind of outrageous, considering the actual length of the book, but Katherine Kellgren's narration kind of makes up for that. I got the audiobook on recommendation from one of my oldest friends, who introduced me to the series (for which I am eternally grateful). It's a short but enjoyable ride.
I'm going back to California in a couple of days, to visit friends and go dancing. It feels like time is slowing down as the weekend approaches.
I resolve to keep myself occupied until then. I let my thoughts start to catch up to me while I was painting the deck (an ongoing home project for which I am paid), which was kind of nice. I should hang out with my thoughts more often.
My eyes are kind of melting because I slept for not enough hours last night.