Currently I have:
x 1 = used for my childhood book keepers, magazines, random books, storage and knick knacks.
x 1= used for my gazillion texts, histories, research materials, etc, etc.
Besides these, I also have at least three shelves of keepers in my bedroom cupboard – and, no, they haven’t been banished into the depths of darkness or anything like that – as well as a stack of books on my bedside table.
*wailing* I need more bookshelves!
Because the new bookcase will need go in my lounge room it will HAVE to match the existing. Yes, it HAS to!
So, my dilemma…
… can I really be arsed driving 20-30 mins here, there and everywhere; convincing my baby brother to let me borrow his Land Rover and all that entails; braving the hordes at Ikea; moving furniture; swearing and angsting over DIY bookcases; cleaning and dusting; re-organising books; and, fighting off curious boy kittens…
… all on a Saturday?? And after I’ve had a shitty last couple of days??
Also, retail therapy should make me happy not involve work, right? Right!
Fuck it. I’ll do it later.