My bookshelf

This weekend, I reorganized my bookshelves.
For those of you bibliomaniacs out there who have moved or taken another opportunity to take all of your books off of the shelves and rearrange them... you know it's a little like this.

1) You get really excited when you start taking the books down... you're going to be able to look at all of your old books again and basically reconnect with all of those old friends you've had up on the shelf. And you're giddy, man.

2) And then you have all of those books down and you have to re-read a few of them. But which ones? ALL OF THEM.

3) And then you've been upstairs for hours perusing your stash and your mom comes into your room and she realizes your entire floor is covered in books.
Ditto your bed.
Ditto your desk.
Ditto your dresser.
And some of the hallway.
So you're like, "Uh, Mom! Isn't this cleaning great??" And she's like...

4) And she tells you to put everything away but you're all

But she's like

5) So then you gotta run around and clean them all up really fast. You quickly think up a legit-seeming organization system, and away you go to create it.

6) An hour or two later, it's finished. You look at your beautiful bookshelves all neat and clean. And you realize that you've actually accomplished two things with all your heavy lifting. Organized bookshelves (basically):

AND amazing new muscles from lifting all your books. Or it feels that way.

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So yes. I went through all of these steps. And now my bookshelves are beautiful.


Always,
Your Bibliomaniac