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I keep looking over at my bookcases, now mostly filled with books, and doing a little dance of glee. They look so proper! And domestic, and geeky and wheeeee! Okay, yes, I'm a dork, but I'm a dork with a huge collection of books that's been locked up in boxes for nearly a year now, so allow me a little dorkish glee, yes?

Almost all my stuff's been picked up, except one load of stuff that I can drop off at the charity shop if this bloke doesn't get back to me by next week, and my desk, and I'm hoping to get most of the cleaning done by Sunday, so I can spend next week alphabetising my books, and then do deep cleaning next weekend. (Or possibly just put it off until the weekend before mum gets here.)