I just read a 290-page novel in one sitting. Now that's summer vacation. It wasn't a classic like Don frickin' Quixote (which is getting repetitive and too goofy), either. It was just funny baseball fiction. The Dreyfus Affair. Pretty good.
I should do that sort of thing more often.
I started the evening by watching a disappointing Tiger game, then trying to build my Ikea furniture. I got frustrated when I kept screwing up, so I went to the gym. I got myself all caffeinated and energy drink drunk, but then decided not to go, and just came home and read all night. It's now 2:30 and I'm finally tired. This will totally screw up my sleep schedule for the weekend, but what a good night. I haven't completed a book since Farming of the Bones two weeks ago, so I was falling behind in my summer reading schedule.