How do you know you have too many books close to enough books? When you back hurts. Reading them is an entirely different question.
I have slept like a tombstone.
I think it is more convenient to be undecided, everyone knows decisions can be tough to take, make and keep. I should be considered armed and dangerous.
I'm reigning over a sea of little things. Some exasperate me, some I cannot do without. Mostly, they own me. I have decided to throw away the rest and give a bath to the clothes. Blasphemy when I stepped on my current reading. Red alert, book on the floor in the doorway. Please send in the troops, the cleaning ladies squad to the rescue. Muscles I had no idea the human body actually posses now hurt like hell. And still the kitchen and bathroom are soon to be declared biohazardous war liabilities.
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