Bouncing off the walls

I've been reading at least two plays every weekend this quarter. My room only has a floor lamp and a ceiling fan light. The ceiling fan is probably the worst source of reading light besides moonlight. My floor lap uses those lovely energy efficient fluorescent bulbs and they are obscenely too bright for my silly, sensitive eyes. I can't stand having them pointed directly at me, especially with the glare of my glasses. Oh, astigmatism. Anyway. My walls are white, so I basically used them as reflectors to diffuse the light to where I was reading in bed. I remained headache free as I read The Spanish Tragedy. Pretty sure that lowered my procrastination levels significantly, having a more pleasing light intensity.

No pictures for this post. Sorry. Maybe next time.

Jess: the (a)bad one