B&N's

I have no idea why, but just walking into a Barnes and Noble's Bookstore gives me such comfort. (I had already bought 4 books the week before the last and am reading one presently. And yesterday just bought another, I can't seem to stop buying more books. Though really I don't mind, it's just the expense of it all is not at all thrifty) Even just recalling my time (hours might I add, I have to limit my time there out of pure discipline or else I really will risk clearing out my entire bank account. Really. Not cool.) spent there sends me into this transcendent mode where I just feel so entirely elated and relieved of everything as if I were still leisurely pacing the aisles slowly out of pure enjoyment. Such transferrence enables every burden to be washed away from the core of my body out to the tips of my fingers and toes. Each to be slowly dissolving until I feel nothing but the succor and repose of a lingering of warm, gooey, and fuzzy sensations which can only be felt through a person's center core and to be described to slightly resemble looking into a great and inviting fireplace on a cold, quiet, and clear night.

I seriously could spend an entire day buried in the comfort of a bookstore. I would love to. Except the unfortunate factor of going possibly and most likely completely broke from trying to buy out the entire stock from the Fiction & Literature section. (Ah consumerism and materialism, the banes of our human existence)

By the by, I started my morning off by visiting a Barnes & Noble's bookstore, thus such the ardent-felt entry.
Did I mention I bought yet another book this morning? (Such loveliness) Oh, I guess I didn't. Haha. Seriously, my bookshelf is about ready to collapse. Well, I cannot wait to begin reading it when I find some downtime. And indeed, it seems like I am back to my original text color after playing around a bit. Happy Tuesday lovers.