Me: I have writer’s block. Give me something to talk about. The Husband: How much you hate this time of year of college basketball – MARCH MADNESS and frickin’ Cal State Northridge is beating Memphis right now – CRAZY!

I don't know what that means exactly, but that’s the e-mail I received back from The Husband so I’m running with it.

This is certainly an interesting time of year for us. Nearly every sport imaginable is in full swing. Basketball, both college and pro, NASCAR, Tiger Woods golf, baseball (wait, has that started yet?)… Basically, my time at home is spent sitting next to The Husband with my nose buried in a book while he talks stats in my ear. I have no idea what he’s saying. Sometimes I think it’s another language.

Speaking of vampires… I am waist deep and totally hooked on the Twilight series. I’m more than a little embarrassed to admit that I can’t put it down, but there you have it. Seriously, every waking moment that I have (outside of work, of course) (but don’t think I haven’t thought of bringing it with me) has been spent reading.

On Sunday, The Husband and I went to one of our favorite restaurants in Huntington Beach. We had perfect timing, sitting down to eat just as the sun began its descent. It wasn’t the most spectacular sunset I’ve ever seen, but it was intriguing the way the big, orange ball began to sink below the horizon when usually it sinks behind a wall of marine layer. It was crystal clear and lovely. I, of course, didn’t have my camera. My poor camera has been neglected for over a month. Something I will soon remedy. And by “soon” I mean in another thousand or so pages because I have more than half of the second and all of the third and fourth books left to read and I can’t see myself doing anything else until they’re done.

In fact, you probably wouldn’t hear from me at all if not for this job, which is the only thing forcing me out of my pajamas each day rather than staying in bed to read.

No matter how much or how little I have to drink, I inevitably wake up in the middle of the night, dying of thirst. At two-thirty in the morning, I stumbled sleepily in the dark to the kitchen, poured myself a tall glass of water, and padded back to bed.

I was tired and groggy and could easily have lain down and gone right back to sleep, but that would have only wasted precious reading time. Yes, I stayed up for another hour, reading. And when The Husband opened his eyes, frowned, and ask “why are you awake?” all I could do was tell him the truth. “I have a problem,” I confessed.

The sad thing is that I borrowed these books from my sister. My fourteen-year-old sister. I’m so ashamed.

So, lovely readers, fellow-bloggers, and eFriends… are you a reader? What was the last book you couldn’t put down? Or what was the last book you seriously considered flushing down the toilet?

I went to the library bookstore a few days ago to see if I could find anything interesting for fifty cents. I picked up this one book, I think it was called Blow Me Down (I don’t remember the author), but I didn’t read the back cover close enough. It. Was. Terrible. Seriously awful. I was mad that I wasted the two quarters. I didn’t even read past the first fifteen pages. Man alive, it was bad. Why that story ever got published in the first place, I’ll never understand.

Okay, I’m done now.