I need more friends.

Sooooo... I like to read.  I could read a book cover-to-cover if I didn't have a family and responsibilities.  And I probably did sometimes, back before I had Ann.  If I wasn't too busy being thinner, sportier, more well-slept and wealthier.  But I digress...
When Adrian goes away for work, I get lonely and tend read straight in the hours between Ann's bedtime and mine.  Or dawn, sometimes.  I substitute real adult interaction with fictional characters.  Which is TOTALLY NORMAL I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.  When he went to Europe for ten days this summer, I read 'The Help'.  Pretty much overnight.  The only problem with this type of compulsive reading (Well.  One could argue there are many problems.) is that you get too immersed in your novel's setting.  And the characters.  And the story.  For days during that trip our conversations would go like this:

MOMMY: Law... This heat is fixin to kill me.
ANN: Laaawwww.
MOMMY: Child... We need us some lem-moe-nade.
ANN: Nade.

Which isn't just strange, I'm pretty sure it's racist too.

This week I've been reading 'Game of Thrones' which is loooong.  And violent.  And I've been reading too much of it.
I was taking in an armload of groceries today when I dropped a box of frozen raspberries:

MOMMY: Annie, my hands are full, can you pick those up for me?
ANN: Too heavy.  Mummy do it.  Mummy carry.
MOMMY: Ann!  Where is your honour?  There is no more time for games, Winter is COMING! Grab the raspberries!  Winterfelllll!
ANN: eh-heh
(which is the passive agreement noise she makes when she's ignoring me.  She's already very good at ignoring me)

Clearly, the nerdiness is out of control.  So tonight, I threw in several hours of TV.  Just to be healthy.