The right time to read a book

I'm going to talk a little about Fight Club. 

I finished reading it while sitting in an ER waiting room to get my wrist examined.  I remember having a massive headache, which was probably a combination of feeling hangry (hungry+ angry; crankiness due to low blood sugar) and slightly peeved that I was a teenager and stuck in the waiting room of a children's hospital filled with bright colors and unhappy kids.  I had enjoyed the book, which my close friend at the time had recommended to me,  but wasn't really in the mood to read it; it just felt inappropriate to read while surrounded by kids.

But then a clown came in. 

Rule number one

Don't talk about Fight Club.

No, but seriously, I wanted to elaborate on the first rule I'm imposing on myself regarding this blog. I want to make myself write daily, regardless how how I feel or what little I have to say. I want to be able to say that I posted something every day and be able to look back on what I've done (and hopefully see some progress). But I included the part about not having internet access because I hope to go to Nicaragua again.

I went there last summer for a week-long mission with my church. I hope to go again this year but I'm not sure if it'll work out. In any case, if I do end up going I won't even have time to get on the computer, never mind using the internet to write a little blog post. For now, that's the only exception I'm giving myself-- the only time I'll allow myself to go without putting my little inane thoughts on this site.

On a slightly related note, I wonder what kind of material I'll come up with every day to put here...