today i went to the library for the first time in a very long time and i loved it.  i was very good and limited myself to only two audiobooks, two actual books, and season 1 disc 1 of six feet under.

sometimes i just like to walk along the aisles and run my fingers along all the books.  it just feels nice and comforting to me, like home.  i’d really like to focus on spending more time there in the upcoming horrid winter months in which the mere thought of leaving my (luke)warm apartment makes me want to huddle in a corner and weep.  i don’t want to spend winter buried under blankets in my bed… wait.  let me rephrase: i don’t want to spend all of winter buried under my blankets in my bed, i’d like to perhaps attempt braving the elements for the sake of being in silent, blissful community with the fellow library lovers of batavia.  i’ve had a lot of ups and downs the entire time i’ve lived in batavia, and the one thing that’s never failed to remain a steady comfort to me has been the library.  something about quiet, books, and the vast array of patrons that frequent the lobbies.  the library represents this seemingly endless wealth of knowledge and learning for anyone to use, it’s an equalizer of sorts.  i can’t not feel peaceful there despite what troubles may be brewing in my mind.


i guess i’m just trying to say that i really love the library.