The Boyfriend is now officially out of town on business for the next 10 days. I hate it when we're apart mostly because I don't sleep. I've gotten used to the big lug being around. I've discovered the trick to sleeping while he's away is to stay up until I've hit exhaustion. Then I collapse in bed and fall right to sleep. None of the dreaded tossing and turning. I also try to keep myself busy. Today it's more laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, cleaning out my closet and ::drumroll:: starting the dreaded book cataloging project. Yeah, I'm going to do it. Now exactly where is my bottle of tequila? Here it goes:
To our left - the infamous Rubbermaid totes. I've actually got a very warped system with these. One for anything remotely contemporary, one for hard covers and trade paperbacks, 2 for historical romance, one for series romance, and the box? I ran out of totes. How sick am I?
And to our right - the books I have piled on top of our computer desk. The Boyfriend's job entails a lot of day travel and working out of home. One respectable earthquake and the man is buried alive. Good thing we live in an upstairs apartment. He can tap out S.O.S. to the people who live downstairs.
And I ask you, what respectable TBR mountain range is without a stash of Harlequin Historicals? I love me Harlequin Historicals and the vast majority of these are westerns. Well duh. Are you new to this blog?
So there we have it. I know. I need help. Serious, serious help. And before my sisters pop up to suggest that I'm mentally ill - just remember, you both have vices too. Mine just could topple over and crush me to death.
You can follow my cataloging process on my Library Thing account.