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Sigh. Ok, I'll admit it. I am a book-a-holic. I have been rearranging and moving the entire downstairs around now for the last two weeks & there's still no end in sight. I don't understand how I can be moving all these bookshelves & putting all my books up on the shelves and yet the piles on the floor don't seem to be shrinking. Or the ones on the couch. Or my bed. The sad thing is, I've actually read or at least skimmed all of them. There's maybe 2 dozen I have yet to crack open. I've also realized something else. I have a LOT of fairies & angels! They're lining most of the shelves in front of the books. Problem is, I have to keep moving all of them before I can move any books. So you see, it really is just one big rubic cube. And so, before I start fading any more (which my body is doing quickly ever since I sat down), I think I'll head in for the night. It's debatable whether or not I have the energy to take all the books off my bed before going to bed or not. It's been a while since I slept on stacks of books - ah how I've missed pulling all nighters! Well, maybe only a little. They were stressful at the time, but I always did my best writings between midnight and dawn before a paper/project was due. It's actually when most of my poetry's been written as well. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah - bedtime. Sweet dreams to everyone!
“Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your Vision is the promise of what you shall one day be: your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.” --James Allen