I rode to the library today and actually took the laptop and omg, wrote a short story. It was quite blissy to be there in the quiet, surrounded by books. At one point, a librarian came back with her cart of books, looked at me, and asked "are you connecting okay back here?" Not online, writing. "Oh." She scampered away.
BSG is utterly my new crack. Manohmanohman.
BSG is utterly my new crack. Manohmanohman.
- Mood:
exhausted
