Books, books, and more books. My excuse for never having a clean bedroom is that I just have too much stuff, and not enough places to hide it all. The chief ingredient to my permanent mess is a horde of books. When I was switching apartments, I was given an extra bookcase by one of my former roommates, which almost gave me enough room store all my books, with the paperbacks stored two-deep on two shelves. Unfortunately, the bookcase itself was a piece of junk, and is now even more so.
Now I guess I’ll have to find a new bookcase for my ridiculous collection. I say ridiculous because I don’t really have a good reason to keep most of my books around. I almost never read a book twice, and I don’t plan on ever reading some of my books. I don’t know anybody else that collects old UNIX manuals. The only reason that I actually buy books is so that I can get somebody else to read them too. I also like the fact that I don’t have to worry about returning books to anybody.
Anyway, now I have to clean up the mess, and find some corner to temporarily store my library. If you’re ever looking for a good book to read, stop on by, and I’ll give you something. If you don’t live nearby, email me for recommendations. I’m full of strong opinions.
