In Which Jane Has Another Addiction...

i moved into my new apartment on monday and finally finished unpacking last night. it made me realize somethings...
a) moving in general is awful. really truly.
b) carrying heavy boxes upstairs for extended periods of time makes you tired.
c) i may have an addiction...
i've always know i've had a weakness for this particular item, but...well, just look:

they didn't fit side by side on the (rather long) shelf...

i had to stack them in the corner. and there's more on my desk. and in boxes in the bottom of the closet...as well as three more big boxes at home in storage...
at least they're books, right??
at least they provide knowledge and wholesome entertainment, right??
at the moment, my sore arms are begging to differ.

sincerely,