I finished reading a book (review to follow) and went to switch it out for a crisp new one in my shelf, when low and behold (yes, people still talk like this) I discovered I was missing #Sunstone #Comic Number 3. Now, anyone with #OCD will understand the meticulous nature with which I put my things away, in order. OCD kicked right in and I actually began to feel the effects of a little stress.(coping mechanisms in place for anything more)
Control freaks such as myself like things the way they damn well put them! So I was not my happiest self and considered playing some Minecraft or approaching this problem like a detective (hey, Sherlock…) Guess what won?!
(Nostalgia boner when I hit the shelves with #AnneRice and #CeciliaTan #books I’ve read over and over again)
Anyway, I’m getting a little off topic- I #stressed and immediately began rummaging through everything, emptying three bookshelves, and then the adrenaline spike wore off and I was left trying to restore everything to its original state with a tired and still unfullfilled mind. In the midst of this I did find an unread book that belonged to my hubby and, being the good natured sort I am, decided to put it in his bookcase for him. (Wifey bonus points brought me up to #level9000 here!) Guess what I found in the process… Yup, LOL- the hubby is guilty of reading my comics again. (Side note to hubby- sometimes I just love you so much!!! Teary eyed that you read it.)
After a good laugh and a little dusting my day resumes with a new book in hand and a tidier bedroom. Now, I can get back to writing a new short story.
Taking reading to an almost pathological level, LOL,