Raiders of the Lost Furniture
So, it turns out that I have a new place to live in, with some curious side effects - one being that I now have a floor that is not covered by three-foot stacks of books and research journals. The other, not coincidentally, is that a considerable portion of my time and effort this month outside of work have been spent in search of new, affordable furniture (bookshelves most of all).
I can't quite decide how I feel about it. On one hand, having actual empty bookshelves is an exhilarating and delightful experience that I have lived without far too long (and having an empty floor has its good sides as well). On the other hand, it appears that I am incapable of being in direct physical contact with IKEA catalogues without triggering severe Fight Club flashbacks.
Ah, well. More on this subject as things develop!
I can't quite decide how I feel about it. On one hand, having actual empty bookshelves is an exhilarating and delightful experience that I have lived without far too long (and having an empty floor has its good sides as well). On the other hand, it appears that I am incapable of being in direct physical contact with IKEA catalogues without triggering severe Fight Club flashbacks.
Ah, well. More on this subject as things develop!