Doobah Doobah
You know, when you pout? Well my father will flick your lip with his finger and say "Doobah Doobah".
That's a random remnant of my childhood that popped up in my upper consciousness today.
I. Am. Out. Of. Books.
OUT OF BOOKS!
I ran out yesterday afternoon.
I don't like this feeling. I feel a little frantic. I feel a little antsy. I feel sad and neglected and deprived and I WANNA READ!
Wanna book.
I've been laying aimlessly in my room staring at the empty spot on the floor that usually hosts a nice little stack of twenty or so books, and I have NONE! I read them all.
How? Sad. I went online and ordered about thirty more books at the library to make up for it, but I can't get them until Monday and I'm getting withdrawal or something. They will all probably come in at once, and I'll have five bags of stuff to carry home.
Ugh.
Mini rant!
I go now.
That's a random remnant of my childhood that popped up in my upper consciousness today.
I. Am. Out. Of. Books.
OUT OF BOOKS!
I ran out yesterday afternoon.
I don't like this feeling. I feel a little frantic. I feel a little antsy. I feel sad and neglected and deprived and I WANNA READ!
Wanna book.
I've been laying aimlessly in my room staring at the empty spot on the floor that usually hosts a nice little stack of twenty or so books, and I have NONE! I read them all.
How? Sad. I went online and ordered about thirty more books at the library to make up for it, but I can't get them until Monday and I'm getting withdrawal or something. They will all probably come in at once, and I'll have five bags of stuff to carry home.
Ugh.
Mini rant!
I go now.