Commuting thoughts

I wrote this in Notepad on the train, but hadn't had a chance to post it until now - it's been a bit of a hectic day:

So last night, for reasons that may be apparent if you read jmartin2's journal, I had several hours during which I could just wander around Marlton, and perhaps not too surprisingly I found myself walking around the big Barnes and Noble that's at the corner of Rts. 70 and 73.

And, as often happens, wandering around that big bookstore made me sad. I've been trying to express why, but big bookstores like a Borders or a Barnes and Noble have that effect on me. The same thing does not happen in little stores like the several used-and-antique bookstores we sometimes visit in Bordentown, even on those occasions when I don't find anything to buy.
( Looking at math books )

Then, having thoroughly depressed myself in the mathematics section, I wander a few shelves over to the computers section.
( "Computers" )