Look at the cut to the picture before reading...
Pictures for viewing... Somehow the act of getting underwear(kid sized) from the blue basket caused so much force that the gliding rocker (which will be leaving my house) to knock over a bookcase filled to the brim of paperback books.
I haven't yelled, cried, or screamed except inside my head. I just keep reminding myself to breathe in and out since I really do keep forgetting to breathe. I was fine when my Gepetto statute was chipped and my Little Endless statues were used as action figures, but this is killing me.
Is it the drugs Pop has forced me to start taking that are keeping me from not screaming or have I totally snapped. Maybe I'm sitting in a nice padded room right now and this is all a nightmare.
I don't want to go home.