Retail Therapy

Some women ease their frustration by shopping for shoes.

I buy books.

I have nothing against shoes, mind. I like them. They are excellent for protecting my feet against the elements. Some of them are also remarkably shiny. But they aren't my comfort poison.

Back to books.

While killing time before heading down to SD, I wandered to Barnes & Noble.

There's a B&N about five minutes away from me. I vividly remember making a beeline for it after receiving my first paycheck from this job - just indulging in books about pirates, whalers, and a couple general history selections.

(Not a knock on libraries - I love them, too - but the local branch of my landlocked city doesn't carry the stuff I'm after.)

October has had its effect on me; all but one of my selected titles have a supernatural theme. The only one that doesn't is Ariel, a reprint of an '80s novel that I remember hearing about but never actually reading. The rest? Let's just say The U.S. Army Guide to Zombie Combat will probably come in handy when dealing with one-on-ones this week.

Yeah. I bought it.

...sometimes my parents call me "the" instead of "suz."