Restrain me from going to a bookstore. Any bookstore. Every bookstore.
I can’t go in and leave without buying something. I want to believe I have self-control and can restrain myself without help. But then I come out with a bag. Or two. Oops.
I’m about to go this weekend. Though I really should be saving money to buy textbooks. Those things are expensive.
How did I go fifteen years without having this problem? I have no idea.