The other day I stayed home sick from work.
Some of you might think I lead a pretty exciting life but i'm here to show you that I do not.
Instead of relaxing and napping, I got bored. Real bored.
So I took all the books off all the bookshelves and organized them by category and returned them to the shelf in a way that pleases me. No one else will ever notice that I did this but I delight in it.
I also found the patchouli incense i've been tearing the apartment apart for. Why do I hide things in books?
And then I loved my children.