12:44 - 07 February 2010
i am mentally unstable
Today's project is to friggin' buckle down and actually type up a list of the books I own. Forewarning: I've only done the books in the living room (hidden under an end table in the corner because there's no room for them anywhere else) and the kitchen (cookbooks and food books)....
and I'm at a little over 200. And there's still an entire wall of completely packed floor-to-ceiling cases, as well as the small piles in the bedroom, bathroom, and other various places in the apt.
And I won't even have an accurate count, because I know that at least twenty are out on loan to various friends and family members.
Holy crap I have so many books! And this is AFTER I've purged two laundry baskets-worth!
And now, for the updated part:
Right now, honestly, there's so little organization of any kind that I'm just typing author and title into a Word document. Once I know what's here, I'll update my Goodreads page with what I own and what I want to own. After that, I'll figure out how to box up and store the ones I don't necessarily need on my shelves all the time (my educational theory texts, some of the young adult I don't read but keep for sentimental value/eventual classroom use, etc.).
THEN I will probably get the Husband, who is good at spreadsheet business, to put it in an Excel document and save it to the external hard drive, becuase OMG I would rather die than do this again.
Side note: this project has mushroomed into a major cleaning frenzy. The second room, in which we keep many of the books, is such a damn pit thanks to my pre-party cleaning routine ("throw it in the second room and spray Febreze everywhere") that I can't get to the bookshelves safely. So I am also cleaning it out and organizing it, which is friggin' ridiculous, and also has been my New Year's resolution for two years running.
So there's that. And then, I wanted to take a break for lunch. I just went grocery shopping, so we have all kinds of deliciousness. I open the freezer and, in my cleaning-induced obsessiveness, freak out because it's messy. So now the freezer is spotless, arranged to within an inch of its life, and free of anything we've had in there for more than eight months.
After my lunch break, once more into the breach!
