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To my continuing surprise I have now kept up the Media Consumption List for four full months, just missing 60 books total for that period by about 100 pages of The Year of Yes (I am being scrupulous about only tallying books once I've set them down complete, even when it pushes them into the next calendar month). And yes, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, it did take me until March to get around to reading Hammered, but only because when I came home from last year's WisCon it got set down with the rest of my things and was promptly devoured by a pile of emergency-stash paperbacks, never to be seen again until I started packing up to move. Book-storage in this pit tends to devolve into teetering piles if not watched more rigorously than I can really manage.
Somewhat related to that last remark, I finally focused myself enough to do some rough measurements of Chez Craphole, which I had been putting off for the past 8 1/2 years because I knew it would only make me feel worse, and came to the depressing conclusion that one of the reasons we've been at each other's throats so often during our tenure here is that this place is about 486 sq.ft. including the closets. Have established tentative relations with a realtor, although so far we've only gotten around to seeing one condo because I'm horrible about reading her listings promptly enough to schedule appointments. The upcoming struggle will be against the "everything looks good when the living room is bigger than your current apartment" impulse, I suspect.
matociquala, it did take me until March to get around to reading Hammered, but only because when I came home from last year's WisCon it got set down with the rest of my things and was promptly devoured by a pile of emergency-stash paperbacks, never to be seen again until I started packing up to move. Book-storage in this pit tends to devolve into teetering piles if not watched more rigorously than I can really manage.Somewhat related to that last remark, I finally focused myself enough to do some rough measurements of Chez Craphole, which I had been putting off for the past 8 1/2 years because I knew it would only make me feel worse, and came to the depressing conclusion that one of the reasons we've been at each other's throats so often during our tenure here is that this place is about 486 sq.ft. including the closets. Have established tentative relations with a realtor, although so far we've only gotten around to seeing one condo because I'm horrible about reading her listings promptly enough to schedule appointments. The upcoming struggle will be against the "everything looks good when the living room is bigger than your current apartment" impulse, I suspect.