Well, here, in all it’s raging glory, is The Stack.
I do this to myself every year around the holidays. Do all anxious readers do this to themselves? I can’t help it. Collector mentality probably plays into this sickness of mine. I just like seeing them stacked up. I lie to myself, I think, and tell myself it’s motivating.
It’s fun to share, though. “What’s on your nightstand?” we ask each other. “What’s on your soul-crushing pile of despair?” you might as well ask me. But these slices of our minds present an easy way to quickly share something important with each other. When I first met my wife I had to lend her my favourite, primary books. I mean, they were me.
A brief discussion of the books here, along with the whys and hows, will follow in a later post. For now: marvel at my stupidity and self-hate.
oooh… awhhh… *sigh* i have no clue how you feel.
i wish i was a reader. sadly i am only a looker of pretty pictures. 
alas, you make me jealous, you make me long for something i have only dreamt about, you you you… you like my sasquatches!! you really like my sasquatches!!! 
exclamations are nice. read away you reading machine!! read away… mmmmm… pictures… mmmmm… pretty…
Greg, keep on believing in the skunk ape. Jane Goodall does. I’ve drawn a sasqsketch myself for my son to colour. Sasquatch!
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