10.14.02
Once upon a time, I wasn't able to check books out of the library. Recently, I realized that a friend of mine was in the same boat.
However, where I stayed the hell away from the library until the fines magically disappeared, he's taken to visiting the library and reading the books there.
He visits the library at least a couple of time a week, reading each books cover to cover, bit by bit by bit.
To accomplish this, he squirrels the book away somewhere in the library, and then reshelves it when he's done reading.
Heh.
If only I'd have been so clever, I wouldn't have had to buy so many books in order to read them.
Now, I wonder if everytime I wanted a book that was in the library but wasn't shelved where it should be, was J. reading it? I'll have to ask the next time I see him.
What's in your head?