Books in my pocket, like grains of sand
Jan. 18th, 2012 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceActually, I think we've already established that I am so very not the sort of person who should be doing all this. Half the time I just want to go back to bed, curl up and shake. Or cry.
But of course we do not do that, except metaphorically on the internets. Little by little, we try to get stuff done. One grown-up thing a day: that much at least. In pursuit of which, I went into town to begin a conversation with my bank about overdrafts and such (ugh - that's not going to go well, I can feel it from here). And on the way home, I stopped off at the pharmacy to fill in some paperwork and pick up some prescriptions. There'll be a twenty-minute wait, they said. Fine, I said, I'll just linger. And then I thought, "Damn, I wish I'd brought a - oh. Wait..."
And I rummaged in my backpack, and lo: there was indeed my Kindle! Books galore!
So I did that lean-up-against-a-pillar-and-read-while-you're-waiting thing, and it was all terribly cool and nobody would have known that inside I am a ferment of acid and bile and copelessness. So yay Kindle. It still feels odd, books without weight or presence, and it's definitely non-cognate with a shelfful of actual spines, but even so, I think I'll learn to love it.
But of course we do not do that, except metaphorically on the internets. Little by little, we try to get stuff done. One grown-up thing a day: that much at least. In pursuit of which, I went into town to begin a conversation with my bank about overdrafts and such (ugh - that's not going to go well, I can feel it from here). And on the way home, I stopped off at the pharmacy to fill in some paperwork and pick up some prescriptions. There'll be a twenty-minute wait, they said. Fine, I said, I'll just linger. And then I thought, "Damn, I wish I'd brought a - oh. Wait..."
And I rummaged in my backpack, and lo: there was indeed my Kindle! Books galore!
So I did that lean-up-against-a-pillar-and-read-while-you're-waiting thing, and it was all terribly cool and nobody would have known that inside I am a ferment of acid and bile and copelessness. So yay Kindle. It still feels odd, books without weight or presence, and it's definitely non-cognate with a shelfful of actual spines, but even so, I think I'll learn to love it.