june 7, 2006:
Buying books at the thrift store is sort of bittersweet for me. Its oddly exciting and sad. I love thinking I can get these fabulous words, this paperbound knowledge for 37¢. But then, who gave this up? I bought The Merchant of Venice at the thrift store this weekend. I can usually find a lot of Shakespeare at these places. Dont you think thats sad? Who is giving this up?
Maybe I love my books too much. Its a distinct possibility. Its a rare thing for me to put books in my give-away pile. I read and re-read, and quote, and bend bindings, and rip covers off, and tape the whole mess back together then Ill buy a new edition. Then Ill give the old one up to charity. But to read once then cast away? Really?
Finding an unbent gem at Salvation Army makes green-eyed-monster-andi all giddy and snatchy and sneaky-eyed. Treasure! Gold! Its mine! But it makes Chaucer-andi (you know, gladly would he learn, and gladly teach) so heartbroken to see what atlanta is casting away.
As a quick update:
My skills of an artist (subtle allusion) at work are not acting so bad as of late. I do not loathe my fliers so very much.
My apartment needs a good scrubbing. I should throw away a lot of stuff in my room or buy furniture in which to store what Ive got. Also, if Im gonna keep buying books at this rate, I really need another bookcase.
I got nice and drunk off sake for my birthday.
Christian is a dear, whose hair I need to cut.
I had a dream last night where I kept fist-fighting this lady for bringing Cola, Sunnis cat, into my hotel room all the time, and I woke up sniffy and itchy-eyed for hours. !! Whats that about? Are my allergies psychosomatic? If so, would counseling allow me to get a dog? Questions that keep me up at night. Yeah right. Like Ive ever had trouble sleeping.
I should make some more paper. Do you want some paper? I have some. Unless you are Micah. In which case, Im seriously making you some homeless wino paper. Look forward to it.
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