nighttime

The day has pretty much come to an end, its ten o'clock and i could go to bed. Somehow i'm not ready to yet though. Today was my last day at the paint shop. i am sad to leave. i made some pretty good friends there. I am sad it took me so long to get to know them, especially rebecca. oh well. everything happens for a reason.

went to bookman's today to look for a book for the library reading club over the summer, but i couldn't find it. i was overwhelmed by all the books. i hadn't had anything to eat, i think that was why. i wonder why i am so afraid of hunger? I have survived it before and yet it can make me so insecure. very strange.

If you think about it, libraries are very crowded places. What are people but a series of sequential ideas and experiences with a physical body in common? what are books but a record of ideas and experiences? If you assume that the abridged version of a person (all the relevant, interesting stuff) equals about two good sized books than a big bookstore is really the equivalent of hundreds if not thousands of people, lined up in neat rows.

speaking of books, i'm out of them. time for another library trip.