So, I'm on vacation. Yep. The girl who never stops working decided to stop writing, stop editing, stop going to the day job, stop worrying about every little thing for TWO WEEKS.
I've been sitting out on my front porch, listening to the birds sing, watching lightning bugs blink all around the yard, enjoying the soft glow from the crescent moon, and sipping on my drink of choice: margarita.
It's a beautiful evening here in Virginia. I couldn't ask for anything better, right?
Well, I decided to crack open Divergent. I've heard so many good things about this book; I figured it was time to give it a chance. The first chapter was . . . okay. The second chapter was somewhat interesting, and just as I thought, "Oh, well maybe I'll keep reading this book" I turned the page and found THIS:
What the hell?
Who do I call to say, "Give me page 25, please?!"
I want my money back. No, better yet, I want a new copy with an actual page 25!
I'm not outside anymore. I'm not relaxed anymore. Now I'm just mad. Annoyed. Wondering what the heck I'm supposed to read now. I refuse to write at the moment. I'M ON VACATION! I'm even violating my no computer while on vacation rule just to write this post. Argh.
I'm going to watch a movie.