A dignified reappearance of last year's party hat a beloved co-worker gave me. This picture is probably the highlight of the "celebration" though. It was the first birthday that I actually didn't have any presents to open. I don't really care either... just further indication that I'm getting old.
Anyway, I did build some new bookcases for my personal growing library.
This picture, however, doesn't give off the mesmerizing effect one gets when entering my room now. And these aren't all of my books either. Many are in various locations being borrowed, and I myself am reading about 3 at the same time, besides the fact that I just noticed the picture cut off the ends. And there are about 10 more on a list that I know I want.
Books - my weakness, my passion, my ecstasy. I stand in front of these full shelves and gaze longingly at each title, wanting to read them all at once, study them, live them. Newton would be proud.
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