Guess what I'm doing?

I'm reading a book. It's The Golden Compass. Mark bought me the His Dark Materials trilogy for Christmas, and I thought I'd give it a go. For the past year I haven't been able to read for anything longer than 15 minutes or so at a time. Not enough energy, not enough concentration. And to be honest, the first couple of times I picked up this book, I only made it through a chapter before falling asleep. But today I've been reading for a couple of hours (OK, internet breaks and bathroom breaks and whatnot), and I'm still going strong. Simple pleasures, my friends. You don't appreciate them until they slip away.