Because I should be writing an essay

Cute tastes good.

Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if represented in cold numbers? Maybe it's the political statistics that are trickling into my subconscious from radio reports about the American primaries... but lately I've been wishing I could have someone total up certain features of my life and hand them to me in a spiral-bound report. Examples: how often do I kiss Tycho on the top of his head in an average week? Or how many times a semester do I miss my metro stop because of an absorbing book/podcast? Or how many exclamation marks have I used in emails over the past year ?

I did manage to get my hands on a few stats - and they are actually kind of embarrassing. But, for the sake of procrastination.....

Number of novels I have on my bookshelves: 385
Number of novels I have on my bookshelves which I have read: 115

I haven't even read a third of my own collection! And yet every time I walk by Chapters on Ste. Catherine, or one of the endless used bookshops near Concordia, it's like there's a giant magnetic (megan-netic?) force pulling me in. And then pulling my wallet out of my pocket.

To be fair, some of those books I have read TWICE or maybe even THREE TIMES. And one of the books I've read is Ulysses, which counts for at least three novels. And Les Mis is in there too, which should also count for three. But still... don't you think I should take a year off just to read? I wonder if there's a government grant for that....

I often think excitedly that, since I'll be done university this spring, I'll suddenly have infinite time to read whatever/whenever I want. I have a vague feeling, though, that I might be idealizing the future... not that I've ever done THAT before.

Sigh.

Things I've eaten in the past week that haven't contained sugar: well, I can only thing of one definite example.....