You know the feeling you get when you read a book (
books, in my case) and you start feeling like the world is not reality but the book(s) are?
Yeah, that's what I feeling now.
(
Cathy's Ring. I so don't do mysteries.
Tintin.)
(Why did I type "tingting" o.o)
(j'adore la (it's la, not le... I think :/) bibliotheque 8D et les livres)
I could blog a list of all the books I love :O but confirm cannot fit in .___.
Anyway, the gist is:
today I slacked.