"In her was every virtue..."
I bought four books today: "Chaucer and the Medieval World" by Donald R. Howard, "The Black Death" by Philip Ziegler, and both the first and second editions of "Three Who Made a Revolution" by Bertram D. Wolfe. I bought the Wolfe editions because I own far too little Russian history. The other two were bought mainly because history is my baby's daddy and he ain't payin' child support no more. I also found a bad video of "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Poe, but I decided not to buy it because it looked like a waste of time. I really do enjoy Chaucer and I've had my eye on this book for quite some time, I'm glad no one stole it from me(people try to hate). I've come to the conclusion that I'm insane and that I'm letting my imagination run away with itself. I'm WAAAAYYY too young to be considering the things I have been lately, its just not practical and would probably earn me a swift kick in the pants. I spend far too much time planning ahead, never paying attention to whats happening NOW and why things go "horrorshow" in my life. Maybe I've been wrong? Maybe I don't know the people closest to me(family, friends, exc...) as well as I thought I did? Is it possible to "know" a person?