Actually, the reason I don't read well is because I don't sit well. Seriously. We were sitting at Barton Springs the other day, and I was stating how I can't finish a book. That's why I used to be able to finish books while on plane rides, is because I'm forced to sit there. In real life, there's always somewhere else to be or something else to do. I think I have a tinge of ADD mixed with OCD and just a dash of Tourrette's. That would explain my constant foot tapping, my desire to chain smoke, the twirling of my hair, and my inability to follow a linear train of thought. Perhaps I'm just making excuses. Or perhaps I'm revealing the truth.
