*imagines imaginary set of scales* *attempts to weigh books and sleep* Methinks books win every time.
To paraphrase an oft-told story, most people won't die wishing they had slept more, but rather wishing they had read more.
Or so say I.
I never read UNDER the covers, myself, hunched under a concealing tent with a torch - or a flashlight, if you prefer. I did and do read in bed before sleeping. I did and do wake up in the middle of the night and read more again before sleep comes... but under the covers? no.
It also feels like I was and am missing something by that. It sounds so cozy, so much like living in one's own world, but I always feel suffocated by the lack of airflow that comes from hiding under the covers.
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*attempts to weigh books and sleep*
Methinks books win every time.
To paraphrase an oft-told story, most people won't die wishing they had slept more, but rather wishing they had read more.
Or so say I.
I never read UNDER the covers, myself, hunched under a concealing tent with a torch - or a flashlight, if you prefer. I did and do read in bed before sleeping. I did and do wake up in the middle of the night and read more again before sleep comes... but under the covers? no.
It also feels like I was and am missing something by that. It sounds so cozy, so much like living in one's own world, but I always feel suffocated by the lack of airflow that comes from hiding under the covers.