Yesterday was a wonderful day. I started the morning with a discussion with the roomies about whether or not the Flash has good sex or disasterous sex based on the fact that he can vibrate on a sub-atomic level. A very deep conversation.... and yes, that is what she said.
In the afternoon I went to Walden Pond. I've been meaning to go for about a year now, and have just never made the trip for one reason or another. And since I didn't have quite enough in my wallet for the $5 parking fee, I went into downtown Concord - a quintessential New England downtown area with antique shops and small restaurants and a very confusing Bank of America ATM. While walking around, I found one such shop with a name I could not resist - Thoreauly Antiques. Yes, they did. No, I do not completely know why. But no matter how incredibly proud this pun would make a certain someone I know down in CT, and therefore a measure of bad the name actually is, it will always have a wonderful small space in my heart. For in this tiny little shop, I found a copy of the Works of Chaucer, dated to about 1894. For $5. And it's all mine. So while the morning comics discussion was pretty awesome, and the walk around the Pond was very calming and gave wonderful time to reflect, the book is the reason I stayed up way too late last night and probably will do again tonight.
(hehee....)
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