Book I'm reading: The One in a Million Boy
Pages this hour: 48
Third sentence I read at the start of this hour: He'd rewired a faulty connection during a sound check, which to Sylvie was the equivalent of building a microwave oven out of paper clips and a Zipppo. "How do you know everything?" she asked.
I'm gonna move upstairs this hour, and get ready for bed. I anticipate my page count to drop by half.