the tough head for the *bookstore.* I have recently dealt with a couple of extremely crappy days, when I was trying to decide among violence, driving to the Yukon, and just huddling in a corner crying all night, by hitting a bookstore and scoring several SF novels to lose myself in. The last time, I picked a Borders with a cafe and added a gooey chocolate baked good to the mix.
I agree with oot, though; when it was a long-term thing instead of just a single soul-destroying day, I tended to stop eating. |
