8:51

I get this pang of heartwrenching disgrace every time I walk past the copy of Jane Eyre laying sadly on my floor and remember that I haven't picked it up in a few weeks.  It makes me feel like a neglectful parent, but I just don't have the time.  Maybe I'll take it on the train this weekend, but I can't make any promises.  Oh man, I feel like half my life has been spent on one train or another.