Worth Every Penny
I buy books. Lots of books. So many books in fact, that at this point, I will probably have to make it a full time job just to read them all. I think I’m more of a bibliophile than a reader, but slowly improving–that is to say, I’m making the effort to try and actually read everything I have. Why do I do it? I don’t know; maybe there is some security in knowing that if I ever need to identify one of the many species of birds in North America, I can because I have the book; or if I decide at some point to delve into the secret mysteries of the Qabalah (or Cabala), I can, because again, I have the book. The recession has slowed me down a little bit, but not a whole lot. I’m averaging a book a week. I probably need help.
So I am a person who can never seem to think of something to do. I am constantly bored because well I’m young, everything sucks, is boring and all I want to do is chill right? Well being bored gets boring after a while. Does that even make sense? Whatever. So I went through some magazines, watched some commercials, did some research on the Internet and found there were a lot of things to do but all had the same common problem. They cost money. But wait, thanks to 
