I am Joe's complete lack of surprise

I slept in this morning. Julie's goodbye woke me up briefly and I managed to get up, pee and reply to a text before crashing back into bed until sometime around 11. My next class is about to start in 15 minutes. I am currently a good 40 mins away from the lecture hall. I planned on doing my tutorial work for tomorrow in the 2 hours I had to kill before Classics so I got my book and notepad all ready and ventured into my dad's office to steal a piece of gum. His pile of books he hasn't read yet caught my eye. Fight Club was between A Beginner's Guide to Russian (now with helpful CD!) and the Antony Bourdain book I'd given him for his birthday. He'd ordered Fight Club the day after I had actually walked to the cash desk in Borders with it in my hand only to turn back when I realised I was two pounds short because I'd bought a coffee that morning. He said I could read it after him since he was actually going to read it and it was only short after all. This was around September.

I haven't read a book I didn't need to read since I was in Spain in the summer and that was Ovid. Not really leisure reading unless women dressing up as cows to fuck a bull is your thing. I've been battling with Charlotte Brontë's Shirley for two months but it needs my full attention and I can't give it even half of that these days. So I picked up Fight Club and thought what the hell I'll have a flick through, kill half an hour before I make lunch. My gran turned up at the door at 2.20 to give me some sort of salmon parcel thing my mum wanted or something and that's when I realised it was too late to go to uni today. I finished the book 10 minutes later.

Last time I did that with a book it was 5th year, Girl, Interrupted and I had to write my French essay at lunch the next day instead of the night before like I'd planned. Despite the fact that my subjects are nearly all literary based I haven't read many books these past two years. I buy them, shelve them and don't open them. I'm turning into my father.

I'm still doing better than him though. The corner of page 21 was folded down where he gave up reading months ago. I've also hurt my neck more since I was curled up too much in my seat. and I'm hungry and uneducated. I'd like to say it's all worth it because it was a fantastic story but some would say I have my priorities all wrong.

Phah.