Create your own sunshine,
So the dark won't catch up too soon,
But also don't forget:
In the dark awaits the moon.

And then, when you look up from your book and slowly realize that it is done and there is no more, you mourn. You mourn for the book and its people and the person you were, because in the course of the book you have changed and can never be that person that picked up that book ever again. You wonder how you'll ever deal. And so you go, find the next book and loose yourself all over again.

This might not be the most fulfilling job, nor the most meaningful, but sometimes you get to really help someone and bring a smile back to their faces. Those are the moment that make all the bloody idiots worth it.

Too hot to sleep and too tired to stay awake. And then you start wondering: Can't I become a contortionist when I grow up? That way I can stick myself in the freezer.

I have a love-hate relationship with books. The love part is because I love them. The hate part because I will, eventually, have to put them down.

4 o'clock. You settle down with a book and a cup of tea. You start reading.

You look up. Gather it might be a tad later than you estimated since it has since become dark. You find yourself a clock. It is 11 o'clock. You have not had dinner. You need to get up in eight hours.

You go back to your book.

Some days, the most important realization you will have is that the world went on turning for 5 billion years without your being there, and that it will continue to do so even if you aren't there; that we are tiny specks of life in the grand scheme of things and that it really doesn't even matter.

These are the days I feel completely justified in boiling myself a pot of tea, curling up on the couch, and reading a book. After all, this world might go on without me, but there's whole universes out there that need saving and that won't happen until I get to the end of the book!