“There is greatness in doing something you hate for the sake of someone you love.”
― Shmuley Boteach
It’s new book day. I finished reading the Death Note series so now I’m trying to decide whether to get a load of random comics to read through. See I like that method because you can buy a blind bag of 5 comics for £5, then if one of them irks my interest then I can go ahead and buy more of that one. I’ve found one of the best sites, music magpie, have a book section that I love going through now and again. You can get some really good deals on there compared to just using Amazon. I’ve also found Vinted to be pretty good as well. Just have to watch out for the extra fees and the postage. Anyway. Yes, new book day. I have a few books I haven’t read yet because I’ve “not been in the mood”. It’s a choice between comics and proper books. Does anyone have any recommendations?
In terms of genre, I love spirituality, horror, thrillers, and graphic novels. Love a good zombie book. As much as I love reading about religions. I’m not overly religious but I do find it interesting and the similarities most religions have.
Tomorrow is office day. So Dobby and Nina get to spend four hours alone in the house. I’ll prep as much as I can in the morning by moving all the stuff out such as the bins, moving food to higher ground, and leaving boredom busters dotted around the lounge and kitchen. Oh which reminds me, it turns out Dobby is a midnight chewer. He managed to chew a hole in one of my shirts during the middle of the night! Me being me, I didn’t notice all day till D came home and asked what happened. Shocking to think I spent a day minding my own business out in public, not even noticing. I wouldn’t mind but it was a massive hole. So yes, hopefully, the cables will be safe. He has a small collection of teddys which he is slowly working his way through, so that will keep him busy. Plus I’ll have the camera on so I can keep an eye on them.
The past couple of days has been odd in terms of my mood. It’s annoying because I’m quiet when I’m like this and it’s noticeable. I’ll sit there staring at the wall looking as if I am doing nothing but actually, I’m “rearranging my thoughts” so I process what comes in and it goes into a queue in my mind. From there I can move things to the front to think about, put some in a cube and push away and others just go to the back of the queue. I don’t get the chance to rearrange them as much as I would want but it’s something I’ve been doing all my life. Partially because Mum told me to get all the bad stuff, cram it in a box, and push the box as far away as I can, don’t even try to think about it, just remove it, store it, and then forget about it. I must say that advice was horrendously bad at age 11. Things come back that you totally forgot about. December 2010 to be precise. That was one of my worst months. Something I will have to blog about on another day. See. Now that thought goes to the back of the line and I’ll get to it in a few days.
Not messed up at all.