Today was very stressful. The sun shone for a few moments but most of it was quite dreary. The wind was blowing hard enough and cold enough to make me wonder if I was back in Chicago.
I ran all over town and back again. I left my house twice and forgot to brush my teeth before I left the first time. But in the end I staved off panic attacks and successfully mailed my application for the Texas Bar Examination. Win, win?
To reward myself for this trying ordeal, and it was one, I rewarded myself with a trip to the library. I picked up a requested item and a few more items as well. I add them to my collection of library books already at home that I have yet to read and which are due in 2 days.
I can’t help myself. The intense high I get from wandering among the bookshelves, feeling the binding of the books, and allowing myself the pleasure of taking them home is too much to resist.
I think this must be what it is like to be addicted to heroin.