Reading as distraction

i notice when i'm feeling out of sorts, that reading is a big help to distract me from my woes. often when i can't read (because i have to work, mostly), i turn to things i can do at the same time as typing, like eating (actually, i think that's my only other big distraction) ... but giving myself half an hour of quality reading time a day really helps to soothe my troubled mind.

like today ... drama on the work front, no exaggeration. and i come home and my head is so full that i can't think of anything. at the same time it feels as though my unconscious is racing 2000 kms per hour in the background. when i got home, i wrestled with the idea of finishing off some reports. reading i ruled out, as being too indulgent...but indulging myself in food didn't help improve my mood. again, i made the worng choce, as a good book, in which you can lose yourself, is really food for your soul. a good distraction from the big bad world outside, letting you have cotton-wool padded glimpses of hardship and sugffering with only you having to empathically respond...

i think i might just go and indulge myself with a few pages of well deserved reading...