I have much work to do but I'd rather be reading Jane Eyre. I've found that I've been interested in this book from the very start which wasn't true of the last two classic ebooks I read (Jane Austen) and hate to be torn from it back to the world of check writing and routine circumstance. I'm tempted to go to the book store tonight but I do tend to get lost there and part with a great deal of money. I've been pretty good with money lately. I decided to stop making big impulsive purchases of things that seem like "needs" but really aren't. We also haven't been going out to eat or anything. The amount of which this has improved my bank account is terrific. There's always the library and I do need to pick up the Season One DVDs of Supernatural I've got on hold there but I hate how the books there are so abused. There is nothing like picking up a new book that has been loved by no one but you. Perhaps I'm just as possessive with books as I can be with people. I'd also like a Moleskine, because ya know, you can't really be a hipster without one. Or perhaps just a new journal that looks inspiring. I only wish I didn't have such a fear of it being read. I feel like I have no honest space to pour myself into it. The cup overflows. Positivity and negativity tangled in a quiet and peaceful dance of war. Peaceful war? Sure it's possible if I say it is so.