25th
I picked up the mug and the guy at the register told me it was only 6 bucks. Then he saw that I already had a mug and looked at me like I was an idiot for thinking about buying another one for no reason. He was right, but I wanted that mug. I thought about it for a second. No, he was right. I put it back. ”If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I’m just saying, unless it’s got a hole in it or something…” He was right. I walked back to the library and when I looked at the mug in my hand, I hated it. By the time I got back and laid it on my desk though, something strange had happened. Looking at it, I now felt a certain fondness for the mug, a fondness I didn’t have before. I had chosen it. It was mine. We would be together for a while, I thought.
