I finished off The Sorcerer’s Stone and plowed about one third of the way through Chamber of Secrets today. I also baked some banana bread, talked with my mom on the phone, and blew my diet (just for today, though ;P).

At some point during the early evening, I found myself falling asleep over the book, so I went and crawled into bed.

I slept for a long time. Sean came in and napped with me for awhile, then got back up. I didn’t get up again until around 2:30; Sean went to bed for good a few minutes ago.

Not sure where all that weariness came from; it’s not like I forced myself to get up early or anything.

As I started Chamber of Secrets, I found myself unable to remember what it was even about. All the stories were intermingling in my head, and I couldn’t remember where certain aspects appeared. For some reason, I kept thinking of plot points in Prisoner of Azkaban. Now that I’ve gone through the book a little, I know what’s going on, but it was really weird for awhile. I don’t know if this means that the plot of Chamber of Secrets is ultimately forgettable, or if I just like Azkaban better (it’s possible, I mean, dude, Sirius). I think part of it is that I’m looking forward to stuff that’s going to happen in later books. My foreknowledge could be interfering as my brain attempts to lay out all the events in order.

Not sure if I want to try to read a little more, or just go back to bed…going to bed would probably be prudent, but if I want to have even a chance of getting through all five books before Saturday, I need to finish the first three this weekend!