This post because…
- My life is a series of lists and I don’t start anything without making a list or a plan on excel. EVER. Half the fun is in correct planning. I hate to wake up and not know what am supposed to do next.
- Everytime I finish a book, am not sure which one to pick up even though I have 45 books in my “to read” list on goodreads and few more in the bookshelf at home. I cannot make up my mind
- The growing “to read” list is giving me nightmares because I end up reading books apart from the ones mentioned there
- Would you believe I have an app called “TV Show” which tracks which episodes I have seen of the series? I still remember that I haven’t watched all the episodes of the last season of ‘Ally McBeal’ and ‘The Office’ and they haunt me at night.
- I orgasm to lists
I can change the order of the list below and even leave a book halfway it is boring. But, am not allowed to read anything apart from these.
Along with this, I will also read “What I talk about when I talk about running” by Haruki Murakami and Philip Gabriel because I am supposed to read few pages from a running/fitness/nutrition book everyday.