Today, I checked out what amounted to two grocery sacks of books.
One for me, one for my daughter.
There were people behind me in the self-checkout and I felt like turning and explaining, "We're going on vacation, I'm not usually like this."
But then I was like, fuck apologizing. THESE ARE BOOKS AND I TURNED IN MY DRAFT OF BOOK #3 TODAY AND LIFE IS GREAT.
God, I love the library.