Yeah, so, staying up to 2 AM (which magically became 3 AM thanks to Daylight Savings Time) to finish The Hunger Games wasn’t the best choice I’ve made lately. Not that I regret it (at all), but today was all messed up. It was after noon when I got up and I’d been so good about getting up early for the past few weeks.
And somehow I’ve been tired all day. I couldn’t stop yawning during the Phillies – Tigers game (or now, come to think of it). I eventually decided to lie down a little after 7. I don’t think I slept at all, but it took a great force of will to get out of bed when my alarm went off at 7:30. Thank God I set alarms to remind myself to eat at regular intervals or else I probably would’ve missed Once Upon a Time. That would’ve been such a bummer.
I’m glad I enjoyed The Hunger Games as much as I did. I’m always afraid that I won’t like something with that much hype. In fact, that’s a large part of why I didn’t even bother starting the series before now. Of course, now I’m bummed that I probably have to wait until my birthday in June to get the other two books. But at least I was able to read the book in one sitting. I’ve never understood how poor Mark over at Mark Reads is able to read things one chapter at a time. I couldn’t do it. And thankfully there’s no reason I should ever have to.
Right now my brain is still too mushy to have much to say about The Hunger Games other than “loved it” and “want more.” Oddly, though, I have no intention of rushing out to see the movie. Not that I don’t want to see the movie, but spending money on
pretty much anything fun stuff goes against my personal austerity measures. Just call me a resident of the Seam, I guess.