This weekend I had the worst reading experience ever! This friday I went to a engineering convention and I took the book I'm currently reading with me as I do when I go anywhere. I was very excited because as soon as the convention was over I would head home and read for the whole weekend. Since I got sick due to something I ate at the convention's lunch my mum came to pick me up and take me home to spare me from the tube and bus trips I would have to do under normal circumstances. As I rushed to get in the car and go home as soon as possible I forgot my book there. I FREAKING FORGOT MY BOOK THERE. And since the place is closed during the weekend I will only be able to pick it up on Monday. I READ ABSOLUTELY NOTHING THIS WEEKEND AND THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A READING WEEKEND. So now I developed an irrational (or maybe not so irrational, depending on your level of bookworm-ness) anger torward tuna sandwiches.