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Damn, I have a lot of books! I have been cleaning the bedroom and in every corner, shoved under the bed, beneath piles of stuff, there they are: BOOKS. I am reading a particularly lovely one called Jane Austen: A Companion. Let's hear it for the dollar bin at Half Price Books, wot wot!!
Also, I keep napping in the middle of the afternoon which sucks because it is throwing my sleep pattern off and also I keep having nightmares. WTH, self? Yesterdays was a particular doozy, where we were in a concentration camp in some tropical locale. The guards, oddly enough, were a bunch of African men with machine guns and they controlled every aspect of our life. Of course, we were trying to figure out how to escape but it was like they always knew when we were going to meet, etc. My skin is crawling, just talking about it...
I have a million things to do and my vacation is halfway over and I have completed NOTHING.
Fail-pants.
