i didn't want to do it. in fact, i fought it. long and hard.
it was a present. i swear. from my dad.
and there it sat, for over a month, because i refused to acknowledge that the time had come.
after nearly a month, and several inquiries from my father as to what i thought, i decided it was finally time.
so i fired it up.
i'm so sorry, lovely physical books taking up an entire room of my otherwise spacious apartment. i'm so, so sorry...