So, after some serious procrastination, I finally decided to go to the used books store down the street. Why the long wait, you ask? Well, because to me, there's few things more depressing than going to a bookstore and knowing you'll never be able to get anything.
Then again, I don't really have a lot of money now, but the point is that I at least have enough that I could get one later if I wanted to. Aw, hell, who am I kidding? I'm definitely gonna end up blowing some money on a book or two...or three...or whatever.
As an afterthought, one thing I tend to notice in used book shops, is that there's almost always a severe lack of really good non-fiction books. Mountains upon mountains of (even quality) fiction, but hardly ever a similar amount of great non-fiction. I guess that just peaks to the usefulness of the things I read (Hah! As if.)
Then again, I don't really have a lot of money now, but the point is that I at least have enough that I could get one later if I wanted to. Aw, hell, who am I kidding? I'm definitely gonna end up blowing some money on a book or two...or three...or whatever.
As an afterthought, one thing I tend to notice in used book shops, is that there's almost always a severe lack of really good non-fiction books. Mountains upon mountains of (even quality) fiction, but hardly ever a similar amount of great non-fiction. I guess that just peaks to the usefulness of the things I read (Hah! As if.)
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