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Today I went shopping with my mother. What fun. Actually, it wasn't too bad. Bought myself a new vest, two new pens ($10 for them both *rolls eyes*) and a new set of juggling balls - a little known fact; I can juggle - because the dog chewed on my old ones and now they're not the same weight or size...Or shape... any more. I could have sworn that I wasn't going to spend any more money, but there you are.

Since I spent a sum on the new Mac and all the stuff I bought with it, I can't stop thinking about spending my money...All day, seriously, it's "ooh, I can afford that" or, "ooh, I'd like one of those". A thought occurred to me the other day - I can go into the city, walk into the Tiffany's there and actually make a decent purchase...And now I want to, lol. I won't, mind, but I could. How thrilling.

I read online today that John Travolta's son died. Poor thing - fell in the bath or something and hit his head, I believe. If someone knows more correct facts, do correct me. John and his family seem like such nice people (aside from the Scientology bit), so it's extra horrible to hear about...Although, I wouldn't wish losing a child on anyone - I couldn't imagine something more awful.

I'm really going to have to come up with some sort of solution for my books. I can't move for all of the damn books!!! My mum keeps making ridiculous suggestions like "moving some of them on" or "putting them in storage". Now, by "moving some of them on", she means getting rid of them or donating them, and by "putting them in storage", she means putting them in a cardboard box in the shed. It doesn't matter to me that she says the shed doesn't leak - I'm not keeping my books in a box out there. Not an option! I have some brilliant ones; lots are hard covers, some are signed by authors and illustrators, there are a few rare ones there and the rest of them I absolutely adore. I can't bear to be away from them...I know how strange that sounds, but I need to have them around me.

So yes. A solution. I'm going to move out the fish tank that's in my room (it used to hold axolotls) and see if I can find a bookcase that will fit that space. Failing that, I'll keep on keeping on and will fill my room full of books. The bonus to moving out would be that I could have shelves of the fuckers!! Floor to ceiling and wall to wall. Couldn't think of anything better!

Anyway, that's about it...Lest I ramble on about books (I could, too). I'm in the middle of watching Who Do You Think You Are with Stephen Fry (I'm on a Fry jag, as you can see). It's pretty good, actually. His maternal family were Hungarian Jews and they lived in Slovakia (which is the "slovakia" in "Czechoslovakia"...Now the Czech Republic). Anyway, it's immensely fascinating - I love hearing him speak.

Toodle-pip.