I spent two days reading the new Harry Potter. The entire time I'm reading I'm thinking that I should be reading something a little more heavy, like a Richard Wright novel or at least a little educational, like Freakonomics. But then I think to myself, "at least I'm not reading "Elizabeth Taylor- my Love Affair with Jewelry" or "Confessions of a Shopaholic"". Is that really what I've come to? Making myself feel better by telling myself that I'm not as bad as I could be? Before you know it I'll be scratching off lottery tickets in too tight sweatpants while listening to the new Ashley Simpson song on my walkman.