I'm laying sprawled across my bed, bathed in sun, energy and motivation rattling the bars of the cage that keeps it locked away somewhere.
I'm bored yet content, browsing blogs and stories when I come across something that gets my interest.
"Pick up the book nearest to you,
turn to page 45.
The first sentence describe
your sex life in 2012."
So I grasp the book closest to me; A Feast For Crows by George R.R. Martin, find page 45 and start reading.
"Naked in the sun, music playing in the tiled courtyard and the air was sharp with the smell of lemons and blood oranges."
You know what? That sounds pretty damn fine..