I missed book club tonight. Argh. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it to work up here. Each day seems okay. But I'm stuck in two worlds. I like both of them, but am not fully invested in either. Sucks sometimes.
I didn't read the book anyway. I'm like that. I don't read books that I have to make myself read. This one "The Promise" by Chaim Potok had potential, but by the time I started to read it, it was too late. At least that's what I told myself.
I'm reading a book at work that I'm not wild about too. I may have to bail on that one too. The book I'm reading at Joan's (my Waukee home) is kinda hot, and/or I'm lonely for Pablo the Pool boy.
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