Made use of my free time (allotment: thirty minutes) by dashing to the library and checking out books for my own personal reading instead of more material for school.
I write this at the one of computer stations in the library. To my left is an orange blond (orange tanner and streaked hair) and to my right is an older gentleman with thick glasses.
I decided to blog because, as I made my way to the non-fiction, I entertained high hopes of checking out Anne Lamott’s new book only to discover that all the volumes were gone. I took revenge by cleaning off the entire shelf of the “writer’s help” section. Among a lot of nonsense I found this honest book: