guilt-tripping

the night feels different.

i have no more james patterson books to read. no more murders, kidnapping, midnight creep-outs. i feel so empty inside.

ah. must be the post-patterson-blues.

i am not out of books to read though. i did borrow 3 books from the regional library on wednesday.


this,


this,


and this.

a 100 bucks if you can guess where i plan to go to in the near future.
100 monopoly bucks.