Monday, January 24, 2011


This is kind of a weird one, so bear with me. I am a big hibernator. From about January 2 until the first warm day in Atlanta (anywhere from the middle of February to the end of March), I do what I have to do (work, errands, etc.) but choose to spend any and all remaining time hibernating in my house, specifically my bed, if at all possible. It seems like, however, that everyone I didn’t get to see during the holidays (because I was busy with family and random obligations) wants to see me now, usually to get dinner or partake in some other “fun” activity AT NIGHT! Don’t they know that I would prefer not to move for the next 6-8 weeks?! How can they ask me to leave the house when the temperature is below 50˚F and I can’t even pretend like the sun is doing its job.
As I continue my winter hibernation, I’m slowly whittling down my Netflix queue and reading through a never-ending stack of books I keep on my nightstand. If you want to join me in my journey to becoming a vegetable, a few choice titles are listed below:
Books (pronounced büks by my inner voice):
·         The Imperfectionists
·         Northanger Abbey
·         The Historian—Read it, the movie rights for this one have already been optioned.
Movies (I’m going through a British period piece phase [BPPP?], so sorry):
·         Cranford
·         Lilies
·         Berkeley Square
·         The Town (“One of these things is not like the other/One of these things is not the same…”)
Or, to give me suggestions on books/movies to make my hibernation better, email me or comment below.

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