Another meandering evening ended with me at the local used bookstore. Unfortunate for them - but fortunate for me - they are going out of business and consequently dropped all remaining stock to about a quarter the stocked price: and these are used books, so they are cheap already. I bought a pair of tomes that I had been eyeing in Chapters, and saved myself a loaf of money. Original “new” price = about $40 plus taxes. Tanglewood’s used price = about $30 before taxes. Brad’s “steal-of-a-deal” discount price = $7.73 including taxes. Of course this could all be in my early - subconscious - preparations for tv turnoff week. We all know that television is completely evil, but now we have proof. I always figured there was some connection, but this is more frightening than a trip to the mall. The one-yearsies continue, as I prep for the big one: one year ago today was my last full day living in Edmonton. I think I spent most of it packing - frantically - and prepping to endure the dreaded move. |
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