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brooksmoses can probably tell me what chapter it is. 497 of those were written today.
I really oughta find a good userpic for these writing entries, just because I can. I'm tempted by the mountainous heap of books in this corner, overflowing its cases and stacked up on the floor, but I'm not sure I want the world knowing how cluttered my living room is. (*eyes one stack*: From bottom to top: Greek: An Intensive Course; Bird Diseases; Teach Yourself Sanskrit; a Hebrew-English Tanakh; Aspects and Personality.) (And another, somewhat more randomly distributed: The True Game (Tepper); Defender (Cherryh); a Scottish Gaelic dictionary; the Canterbury Tales on top of a book on herbalism whose title I cannot see.) (Last time I did this I came away with the profound impression that I was a flake; this time I seem to come away with the impression that I'm a language-obsessive flake, which is only rendered worse by the stack consisting of the Vampire: The Masquerade players guide, an Intermediate Algebra textbook (taken out to try helpinglstone with something), another herbalism book, a book on Chinese horoscopes, and a case of Polish language tapes.) I think all my winemaking books are in the heap in front of the snake tank.
Hello, there's a Dr. Seuss book in there somewhere. *fishes it out* I'm sure there's an explanation of why One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, but for now I'll just put it on top of the language tapes.
I don't think I'm up to starting on chapter next-plus-one, so I'll stop here on the night and probably go to bed soon because I'm having a Sorry Excuse For A Mammal temperature moment.
brooksmoses can probably tell me what chapter it is. 497 of those were written today.I really oughta find a good userpic for these writing entries, just because I can. I'm tempted by the mountainous heap of books in this corner, overflowing its cases and stacked up on the floor, but I'm not sure I want the world knowing how cluttered my living room is. (*eyes one stack*: From bottom to top: Greek: An Intensive Course; Bird Diseases; Teach Yourself Sanskrit; a Hebrew-English Tanakh; Aspects and Personality.) (And another, somewhat more randomly distributed: The True Game (Tepper); Defender (Cherryh); a Scottish Gaelic dictionary; the Canterbury Tales on top of a book on herbalism whose title I cannot see.) (Last time I did this I came away with the profound impression that I was a flake; this time I seem to come away with the impression that I'm a language-obsessive flake, which is only rendered worse by the stack consisting of the Vampire: The Masquerade players guide, an Intermediate Algebra textbook (taken out to try helping
lstone with something), another herbalism book, a book on Chinese horoscopes, and a case of Polish language tapes.) I think all my winemaking books are in the heap in front of the snake tank.Hello, there's a Dr. Seuss book in there somewhere. *fishes it out* I'm sure there's an explanation of why One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, but for now I'll just put it on top of the language tapes.
I don't think I'm up to starting on chapter next-plus-one, so I'll stop here on the night and probably go to bed soon because I'm having a Sorry Excuse For A Mammal temperature moment.
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