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spent most of my day today at the coop devouring books off the shelves. mmm, i love summer. i think i could spend all my waking hours in a bookstore for the rest of my life, like suddenly i'm back to being eight again and all i want is five more minutes to pick out one more new book. i remember when books were $5.95. since when did they get so expensive?? i've become the cheap college student who loiters in the coop cafe with stacks of unread treasures next to my white mocha in the java-U cup that got cold three hours ago, but i drink from it anyway to somehow make my presence seem somewhat more legitimate. hahah that's the thing about books isn't it? you can just get lost in them, and pretty soon it doesn't matter that you hate your job or gained 11 pounds or have no fucking clue what you're doing with the rest of your life.. it's just escape to the infinite possibility contained in 500 pages of beautiful words that tumble out in just the right order to take you away, offer you someone else's sanity for a bit. and even if that cafe clerk is looking at you suspiciously over her fifties' era glasses because you haven't moved in about four hours, looking at you like you're crazy or diseased or homeless... whatever, i make no apologies for allowing myself two days' indulgence after a year of masochism. too bad work starts again tomorrow, and tonight is the last day of freedom and sleeping in i'll have for awhile. oh, summer, you're such a tease.