Hi, my name is Sarah, and I'm a book junkie. I'm trying to take control of my addiction, but today it's especially hard. Why? Read on:

Cercei: hey... do you know that the Trib book sale is today?
sjerslix: I'm trying to ignore it... I really can't justify pretending to be a trib employee anymore
sjerslix: Sigh.
sjerslix: It pains me to say that, though.
Cercei: oh. I'm sorry.
sjerslix: Whimper
sjerslix: No problem. I'll just be rocking quietly in a corner, saying "Happy place" over and over again.
Cercei: i see.
sjerslix: Withdrawl is a bitch.

The Trib book sale is nirvana for book junkies -- every book, every CD the Trib reviewers receive over the course of the year, on sale real cheap for chariety. So new hardbacks go for $2 or $3 dollars. I'd get something like 40 books for $60. God, it's great. But I've already run out of shelf space, and I really don't work for the Trib company anymore, much as it pains me to say it. So I'm trying to keep myself distracted, to not think about all those lovely new books waiting for a home.... Arghh!

I used to say the Trib book sale was one of my cheif benefits for working at the company. And what's more, I'd even trained for it -- living in Hong Kong for three years made me adept at worming through crowds and discreetly using my elbows to get at what I wanted. Damn it, I've been training for this event!

Oh, it hurts to know all those books are right across the river and I can't get to them.