from Betts to Betts

Yesterday I woke up, went to the local coffee place to pick up cocoa and breakfast, went to work for 13 hours, and went home and directly to bed. Today I got up and went straight back to work - thankfully, for only a few hours. I was back home by lunchtime. Today I turned on the TV for a few hours, and to my delight I found not only an America's Next Top Model marathon, but college gymnastics.
As you can imagine, I haven't been reading much. I don't think I've read anything aside from Betty Neels romances in thelast week or so. I finish one and reach for the next - they're all interchangeable, anyway. Occasionally they're funny (The Vicar's Daughter, page 50: "The peculiar feeling she had been experiencing for the last hour or so wasn't a cold in the head, it was love!"), if incredibly cliched and bourgeois.