Book-o-holics anon. response: "Hello Breezey"
me: "I have a problem. I love books. I can't get enough. Friends and family have tried to help me. But I pushed them away. Now I'm all alone in the cold, cruel world. My addiction festers. I live in a cardboard box. My car is a one wheeled skateboard cruelly abandoned near my home by some punk.... *sobs* I need help!!"
what has made poor Breezey admit to needing help coping with her addiction?
Easy. Yet another college prof has commented on her appetite for books.
"I see you in here every day with a book. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just had to say, you must be the readingest (yes a college prof used the "word" "readingest") student on campus. Do you mind if I ask what you're reading?"
I was kinda scared normally I don't get pats on the back from the sixty something old dude profs on campus. It was kinda cool though. Someone thinks it's good that I'm reading... Now I know I have a problem. I am seeking help. I need a new, bigger library!! (lolz)