It's especially hard trying to do something other than lazing in bed with a good book while the rain pitter-patter outside. I tried doing something else but every time, it goes back to the book - that addictive book with such elements that blended and clashed all at the same time.

Reading has never felt like this before, not since Twilight, or New Moon. And I bet it won't stop even after Eclipse. I can't wait to get my book-slut hands on it. I'm just hooked. Been hooked once and am hooked again for the second time.

It's contagious and dangerously infectious.

Our "To-Do List Before I Die" isn't going very well. I've no idea what else to add. It seems like, I have a lot of things I want to do before...you know, die, but when it comes to jotting it down, to make a list so you can refer to it and see if have done it or not, the things/thoughts doesn't come to mind.

I just go blank. That sucks.