I mentioned before how I'm trying to get through the backlog of Walking Dead episodes.Yesterday I marathoned four episodes in a row. I sat in my living room, thinking about how sad I would be during a zombie apocalypse, losing friends, family home, and due to one of the B-Plots of the episode, my books.
Then I had a nightmare where some sort of massive earthquake happened, and roving bandits came to take my books.
Not even take; they were going to pay for the books. But many of my collection are from stores long-closed and places I'll never go again. They weren't just taking my books; they were taking my happy memories too.
When I woke up it all seemed a lot sillier than it did in the dream where I begged them not to take my books (or at least to spo cutting up the jackets). Today I'm going to stick to Friends and lighter fare while I clean the house. Too much doom and gloom isn't good for me.
Then I had a nightmare where some sort of massive earthquake happened, and roving bandits came to take my books.
Not even take; they were going to pay for the books. But many of my collection are from stores long-closed and places I'll never go again. They weren't just taking my books; they were taking my happy memories too.
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When I woke up it all seemed a lot sillier than it did in the dream where I begged them not to take my books (or at least to spo cutting up the jackets). Today I'm going to stick to Friends and lighter fare while I clean the house. Too much doom and gloom isn't good for me.
