Buying books

I read a theory lately about why time seems to fly as you get older:

When you're five years old, a year is one fifth of your whole life so far. Remember how important being five-and-a-half was?

When you're 10, life speeds up a bit, and suddenly the endless summer vacation you looked foreward to.......is over ALREADY. Wha...?

I remember being 12 and waiting for next Monday. Oh, man! Three unbelievably endless days til then. Isn't it here YET??
(Extrapolate, extrapolate....)
Eventually...a bunch of years go by....and it seems like there's never ENOUGH time. Besides, who cares if I'm 55-and-a-half?
A week now is aproximately one 2,860th of my life...lol....and ohmigawd, it speeds by like a freight train...!

SO, you say..."What's your point?"

LOL...I bought some new books tonight, so I'll have something to keep the "Christmas is over" wolves at bay.

(Lately, I've only read a page or two before my eyes slam shut. It'll be different next week, I know, and I NEED something to look foreward to:)

Oh, I can't wait! I have new BOOKS!