My Weekend Obessesion

So last Wednesday began innocently enough. I went to work. Clocked in. Watered my plant. Moved the pencils around on my desk. Turned my lamp on. Turned my lamp off when I didn’t like the glare on my computer screen. Check my mail…etc. Everything was normal—until my lunch break. *Insert creepy music here*

Right before lunch, I was reading People Magazine (it’s my job—I have to get to know the competition…obviously) and there was this article on a movie they’re making from this book called Twilight. This isn’t the first I’d heard of the book or the storyline—in fact EVERYONE in my office has read it and talks about it all the time. But, it seemed ridiculous to me…so I stayed out of the Twilight mania fray. But something about the article made me curious. And I was sort of tired of not knowing what the hell my co-workers were talking about—what could possibly engender this crazed frenzy?

So lunch rolled around. I walked to Barnes and Noble. I bought the book.

Fast forward to Thursday—almost 800 pages later. With a haggard expression and dare I say—glint of insanity in my eyes, I buy the next book.

Friday. Jessica spends Thursday night with me after she misses her flight to Africa because of flight delays. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have seen the light of day this weekend. My body thanks you for the vitamin D, Jess… As soon as I drop her off at the airport the book comes out again. I read it all the way home. I continue reading until 3am.

Saturday. I didn’t have to go to work so I didn’t even get out of bed until around 2—reading of course. The only thing that got me out of bed? I finished the second 800 page book. The only thing that motivated me to take a shower, get dressed, and do my hair? I needed the next one. I didn’t realize until I was outside how perfect the day was. I couldn’t stomach going back to my apartment with the weather so fantastic—so I bought the next one and brought it to Central Park. The reading continued until the natural light began to fade and I started to get cold. I also realized I hadn’t eaten all day when my stomach loudly complained of my negligence. I went home and ate left over noodles from when Jess was here—still reading of course. I don’t remember falling asleep—but I woke up the next day with my face burried in my book.

Sunday. I stare at the blurry black ink—too close to my eyes to focus on. My muscles begin to complain from the lack of use in the last few days. I fleetingly think I should go to the gym. I usually go to yoga on Sunday mornings. But the words beckon. I can’t resist. I finish the third book by 4pm. There’s only one thing left to do. I get up. Shower. Do my hair. And walk to Barnes and Noble. For the last time.

I fall asleep around 2am…half way through the last 900 pages. It’s taking all the will power within me not to read the last 450 pages at my desk. Probably not the best idea since Mindy’s here and I actually do have work to do on the Emmy’s today. Sigh. Work. So inconvenient.

Sometimes I wish I had less of an obsessive personality. But then I remember my weekend and realize—that was just too damn fun.