I haven’t gotten a good nights sleep in two straight days.
Why? You might ask.
Because Harry F*CKING Dresden and his F*CKING Files. In the last four days I’ve powered through a novel and a half. Reading until I hear birds start chirping. Usually a good bit after that.
So I blame author Jim Butcher for this. Yeah, F*CK you man! Stop writing good books, some of us are trying to sleep.