I'm hopeless addicted to buying books and and sorts of garbage that comes along with a book fair. I'm not usually allowed in bookstores even. I acquire more books than I can possible read. The kindle has proven to be a big problem for me, actually.
Anyway. So, the book fair. It happens every year. I never remember until I am walking into work and I see the sign. "Book Fair at the Cottage Cafe. Cash. Check. Charge! Books are fun!"
I try to ignore it. In the back of my little mind something nags me throughout the morning. Like a whisper. "Book fair." As the day goes on, the feeling grows. "Boooooks are FUN." I look at my computer for the time. If I can just make it until two, the fair will be closed. 12:00 rolls around. I'm eating lunch. My mind starts wandering as I have no documents to focus on. "Books? Books! Boooooooks!" I finish my lunch and stare at my computer for a second. Then, Bam! My little brain completely goes bizonkers. "Books. Books. Books. BoooOOOOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I jump up, grab my purse and dash downstairs.
I step into the room and, while quieted down a bit, the back of my brain is quietly chanting, "books. books. books. get some books. books books books. get some books." A whirlwind 20 minutes or so later, and I've laden myself with more items than I really have money for and definitely more than I have time for.
Crap. Oh well.
Also, apparently I should not have access to my blog while at work. I'm on a break...
This would happen to me if I had any money at all. I've developed a habit of taking pictures of every book I come across that I really want to read, but can't purchase.
ReplyDeleteMy phone is full of said photos.