Self-discipline of a Turnip

I promised myself that I'd spend today writing my in-field research proposal but I've instead spent the afternoon deeply entrenched in leisure reading.

That's not a surprise, given how little time I've actually spent on leisure reading these days.

I should feel incredibly guilty at this horrible self-indulgence, but a part of me argues that I needed to finish a book this weekend to contribute to that strange happiness meter in me that fed by that accomplished feeling I get when I finish a book.

( What book did I lavish so much of my precious time on, you wonder? )