I would go to the Wizard, shove between the orphan, lion, tin man, and scarecrow, fall to my knees and beg for a time machine.
I just wish I hadn't done that play; maybe then I wouldn't be so inclined to burn away my free hours with the most useless entertainment, scavenging for time to stare dead-eyed into space like it's water on Arrakis. I haven't done the bare minimum, and all I can do is make lame excuses. People have done marching band alongside multiple AP classes and still survived. I should have been able to breeze through the reading quota, but I didn't. Too late for that now.
I had to read 7/8 of Dune over a single weekend for an AP essay. Without thinking about it, I went into the walk-in closet in the spare room, pulled a few blankets and pillows into a nest, found some leftover Halloween candy, and finished a good half of the book in about 8 hours in the complete silence gotten from two layers of doors. I think I'll leave the closet that way.
The only reason I stayed with ItWNY was pure pride, but I was less inclined to continue reading things that should have caught my interest. But in either case, I never wanted to stop reading in the middle to check the Internet or anything similar. I hate being interrupted, even if I'm not doing anything particularly enjoyable.
Did I seriously use a reference to a sci-fi novel in an analogy? Kull wahad, I've become an official fangirl for a work of fiction.
