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Sep. 2nd, 2008 01:06 amThing that's really annoying, that has annoyed me since I could read silently: when you finish a book in bed, late enough that you should be asleep, but not late enough to make you sleepy.
I am a big advocate of reading in bed, have done it all my life (that I can remember. Pretty much. People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading, etc). Normally, reading in bed will put you in the state where, so long as you're not in a dreadfully exciting part, eventually your eyes begin to get tired and you notice you've read the same sentence 12 times and it no longer makes any sense, or it never did, you're not sure, and that's the point at which you go to sleep. However, there is a problem that I've had ever since I was old enough to figure out how to hide a light from my parents. (They were total enablers in this: I slept in a bunk, on the door side of the room, with my own personal lightswitch to a small light in the ceiling. On the off-chance that they did see my light was on - and I did sleep with the door open fairly frequently, indeed, I believe it was this that made me start sleeping with the door closed - at any rate, they could tell me to turn it off a thousand times and I could just flick it back on ten minutes later.) But here's the problem: when, at the moment you should be getting sleepy, you're instead at a terrifically exciting part. So you push on through it, and - in my experience - there is no going back to that sleepy time. None. Once you're past it, you're past it. And then, if you're a quick enough reader or you're reading a short enough book, you inevitably finish your book at midnight and have END OF BOOK ADRENALINE. *twitch* *twitch*
I currently have end of book adrenaline. I want to read something! Preferably more in the same series. Or a good fic in the fandom. This is a pretty poor solution, though, when you have been binge-reading for the last two days and have just finished the very last Swallows and Amazons book you own. (Went through, in quick time, We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea, Great Northern?, Winter Holiday, Pigeon Post, Swallows and Amazons. I do own Swallowdale, but I re-read it a month ago so it wouldn't be the same.) This wouldn't even be a problem if I'd had the decency to pick something with only about five pieces on yuletide, which I know backwards, and no fandom to speak of. *TWITCH* *TWITCH* (Somebody! Write me some ridiculous John/Nancy futurefic! set in the war! Delicious.)
Also, you're always overheated. (I mean, it doesn't help that it was 20 degrees - 20 degrees! It's September! that's ridiculous! - in the day here and it's a cloudy night.)
I'm off to try hunting down an audiobook, which sometimes helps - ooh, I just yawned! Brilliant.
I am a big advocate of reading in bed, have done it all my life (that I can remember. Pretty much. People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading, etc). Normally, reading in bed will put you in the state where, so long as you're not in a dreadfully exciting part, eventually your eyes begin to get tired and you notice you've read the same sentence 12 times and it no longer makes any sense, or it never did, you're not sure, and that's the point at which you go to sleep. However, there is a problem that I've had ever since I was old enough to figure out how to hide a light from my parents. (They were total enablers in this: I slept in a bunk, on the door side of the room, with my own personal lightswitch to a small light in the ceiling. On the off-chance that they did see my light was on - and I did sleep with the door open fairly frequently, indeed, I believe it was this that made me start sleeping with the door closed - at any rate, they could tell me to turn it off a thousand times and I could just flick it back on ten minutes later.) But here's the problem: when, at the moment you should be getting sleepy, you're instead at a terrifically exciting part. So you push on through it, and - in my experience - there is no going back to that sleepy time. None. Once you're past it, you're past it. And then, if you're a quick enough reader or you're reading a short enough book, you inevitably finish your book at midnight and have END OF BOOK ADRENALINE. *twitch* *twitch*
I currently have end of book adrenaline. I want to read something! Preferably more in the same series. Or a good fic in the fandom. This is a pretty poor solution, though, when you have been binge-reading for the last two days and have just finished the very last Swallows and Amazons book you own. (Went through, in quick time, We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea, Great Northern?, Winter Holiday, Pigeon Post, Swallows and Amazons. I do own Swallowdale, but I re-read it a month ago so it wouldn't be the same.) This wouldn't even be a problem if I'd had the decency to pick something with only about five pieces on yuletide, which I know backwards, and no fandom to speak of. *TWITCH* *TWITCH* (Somebody! Write me some ridiculous John/Nancy futurefic! set in the war! Delicious.)
Also, you're always overheated. (I mean, it doesn't help that it was 20 degrees - 20 degrees! It's September! that's ridiculous! - in the day here and it's a cloudy night.)
I'm off to try hunting down an audiobook, which sometimes helps - ooh, I just yawned! Brilliant.
