I get the smallest sense of distance from a problem and I believe I can just say whatever I’m thinking.
I’m an idiot.
I’ve been reading it on my commute, which makes me look like this everytime I’m about to get on the train:
I know it’s a children’s book but I love it so much. It makes me really sad that children’s literature (and film) has become so tame and bland.
I’m kind of sad the first book is almost finished. Hopefully my wife the librarian can find me the second one today.