I feel as if i am going through a type of phase that will probably destroy me forever when i find out that i prefer
that to my romance fiction books.
My hands now hold a *gasp* non-fiction book titled "Dangerous or Safe?"
which is making me analyze what i am putting in my mouth.
I am slightly horrified to note that i actually find this book kind of interesting. A month ago i wouldn't even spare such books a glance. Now, i am actually holding it!! (and reading it!!)
And i am using a conventional pencil. With a sharpener.
This isn't me.
Really.
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