For real. I was just sitting there on my bed, and then suddenly, CRUNCHCRUMBLEBLAM!
It was one of those cheap Wal-Mart particleboard bookcases, but had held up for over six months, so I thought it was good. I had tried to put most of my big hardbacks on the bottom and the lighter books near the top (it was a 6' bookcase), but I guess that only postponed the inevitable. The little fasteners holding it together were just plain ripped out of the boards.
Most of my books seem to be in pretty good condition. Some of the older ones got torn, though. *cry*
I'm trying to process this. I'm uncertain whether to take this as a Sign that the cheap cardboard construction that suffices for mainstream America simply collapses under the passion I have for books, or whether my passion has become an obsession that my life is collapsing under.
Either way, let my life serve as a warning to you all!


