Quiet time

New, improved definition of bliss: being alone (well except for the hundred other patrons) in a Barnes & Noble for two and a half hours.

Sitting in a corner with a book full of Dave Barry for an hour and a half, giggling away everything that's wrong in my world.

Allowing myself to go weak-kneed over the Lord of the Rings section.

Thumbing through the volume I know I have at home just because it's a different edition and I want to read the same words in a different typeface.

Flipping through the movie guides to freely ogle the hobbits for as long as like.

Hearing a little girl shriek "Lookee! Lord of the Rings!" and seeing her tug on her mom's hand, wanting to take a closer look.

Finally dragging myself away at 8:30 PM, and indulging in a slice of mushroom pizza at my favorite pizza place, in spite of hearing my doctor today tell me that I'm a whole two friggin' pounds overweight and should watch what I eat. (Mushroom pizza, fucker.)

Sitting alone at the table by the window, chewing pizza and watching the world go by. Just watching.

Oh yes, and while we're at it, spam

survey gacked from orangeblossomb

( yum. survey. )