In which I gibber sadly over nerdy things.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. If only I had, y'know, a spare hundred grand...in some places you can still buy a house for that much. Shit places in dead end little towns, I grant you, but still. Those books cost as much as real estate. *awe*
I think abebooks.com owns my soul. One day I should go back through my journal and compile a definitive list of things to which I have at some point sold my soul, including but not limited to Iceland, stinky old rare books, Earl Grey Blue Flower tea and posh weekends at the Stamford Plaza hotel.
I am so a reclusive, old English professor trapped in the body of a 21-year-old woman.
I think abebooks.com owns my soul. One day I should go back through my journal and compile a definitive list of things to which I have at some point sold my soul, including but not limited to Iceland, stinky old rare books, Earl Grey Blue Flower tea and posh weekends at the Stamford Plaza hotel.
I am so a reclusive, old English professor trapped in the body of a 21-year-old woman.