It's been confirmed.
I am addicted to books.
I was having a pretty crappy past two days, and I had to go to the library to return two books. Obviously, it's impossible for me to step into the library without giving the YA shelves a quick once-over. So as I was walking over to the YA section I noticed it -- all of the shelves were FULLY stocked with barely any empty spaces (actually, I'm lying ...I noticed this by looking into the library window even before I walked in). Suddenly I felt a burst of excitement at the prospect of browsing the numerous books.
Here's a glimpse into the inner-workings of my mind at that moment: "ohh I wonder what books they have!" "I hope they have some that are on my TBR list! *mentally crosses fingers*" and later, while browsing: "okay, Alyssa, you MUST limit yourself. You are not taking out more than two books.....ughhh but there are like seven in my hands right now...okay, I guess I can narrow it down to five books...I hope these all fit in my bag" "I wonder what the book limit is anyway..."
Turns out the answer to my last question is fifty. That's right, FIFTY BOOKS! As much as I love reading, I've never had anywhere close to fifty books out from the library at one time. But I digress....back to confirming my suspected addiction. As I left the library (stuffed purse in tow), I realized I was significantly merrier than I had been in the past 48hrs. It was as if all of my bad energy had been expelled out my mind/body by going to the library. I feel like a binge-drinker or something... except with books instead of alcohol =p