Quiet night in
Came home tonight with only two things on my mind: trying to get rid of the cold and getting the new living room a little more organized. I ended up alternating every half hour or so between sorting and shelving books and DVDs, and just sitting on the couch and resting. I'm still congested, but I don't feel as wrung out as I've been feeling. I just wish I could clear up my head; I hate not being able to breathe through my nose.
The DVDs are sorted. I need to either trade in a few to make space for new ones or just stop buying DVDs (um...not likely). I need to create some sort of rotation scheme or just resign myself to my collecting tendencies.
The book sorting is going to be an ongoing project. I have more media studies books than I realized, more poetry than I realized, more lit fic. I have just as many books on writing and publishing, just as many writing references as I expected (um...a lot). I seem to have a category of geisha fiction and nonfiction; not sure how that happened, though I've read every one of them. And lots of books on the Westward migration, pioneer women, and fallen women and prostitutes of the frontier. I've got a new stack of books that will need to go out to some used bookstore. And a lot more work to do.
I have so much work to do at the office tomorrow; it's going to be a busy, busy day. I'm genuinely looking forward to having a lazy day on Saturday, sleeping in and just letting my body rest. It's going to be a four-day weekend for me, and I'm looking forward to every single minute.
The DVDs are sorted. I need to either trade in a few to make space for new ones or just stop buying DVDs (um...not likely). I need to create some sort of rotation scheme or just resign myself to my collecting tendencies.
The book sorting is going to be an ongoing project. I have more media studies books than I realized, more poetry than I realized, more lit fic. I have just as many books on writing and publishing, just as many writing references as I expected (um...a lot). I seem to have a category of geisha fiction and nonfiction; not sure how that happened, though I've read every one of them. And lots of books on the Westward migration, pioneer women, and fallen women and prostitutes of the frontier. I've got a new stack of books that will need to go out to some used bookstore. And a lot more work to do.
I have so much work to do at the office tomorrow; it's going to be a busy, busy day. I'm genuinely looking forward to having a lazy day on Saturday, sleeping in and just letting my body rest. It's going to be a four-day weekend for me, and I'm looking forward to every single minute.