Earlier today, I picked through some of my books, just for the hell of it. I have several that I want to read but haven’t had the chance to start; then, it hit me. I’d have more than enough time waiting at work, so why not bring a few of them with me?
Tomorrow, I’m taking my copy of Squirrel Meets World and I’ll crack it open. Because why not? If my co-workers have a problem with me reading, then I’ll know that they’re full of shit. Why would anyone have a problem with someone reading quietly? So, not only will my tablet head off to work with me tomorrow–I’ll tap out a quick post while I’m there–but I’m taking my book.
We’ll see how this goes.
Iacon East 