No not no bodily odur or Armpit suffocation but rather the scent of his alcoholic intake still lingering on his breath
Agh!! Its giving me a headache.
Me and my book.
Its funny how time flys when I read my book. The delight knowing that I am in control of the pace and can pause when needed.
Its me, and my book
(Omg dudes got off the train! Yes!)
I read on, facial expressions show it all. Slightly disappointed to have falling for this hobby at such a late stage.
I think about what I have missed, the knowledge I could have acquired, rather than searching all over and knocking my head against brick walls.
A simple but effective way to learn was the answer.
My library card feels like a master card
The value place in such a thing should not be underestimated.
Today, my book will get me through as I start my travels.
Make things less tedious and more enjoyable.
Cover all unwanted fragrances,
Blocking out the loud
Rushing to the seat just to flick to where I stopped and carry on
A pleasurable journey
No friend or associate yabbing in my ear.
Me, and my book.