I live in a geographical area that includes a big old lake. On one side of the lake is a hip city. On the other side are some boring suburbs and horse farms. I live in the boring part, unfortunately. However, sometimes I'm brought to the cool side of town for some reason or another, as was the case tonight. Someone I know was giving a book reading, and so I was wandering around in the art department of the UW bookstore before it started.
Mistake. Having recently declared an end to all frivolous spending, I should have known better than to place myself in proximity with writing implements of any sort. Unfortunately for my poor impulse control, the UW Bookstore is an obscene treasure trove of woodcase pencils, erasers, fountain pens, and endless stacks of notebooks, index cards, and other paper items you pretty much can't find anywhere in the boring part of town.
Rats. my Flickr page will tell you all you need to know about what happened in there.
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