I'm afraid that it reflects the clutter of a mind filled with the dusty litter of years of scratching around in a voluminous bag of assorted interests, Threeb! (Please note that that is what we in the poetry trade would term the mixed metaphor to end all mixed metaphors-- McGonagall, eat your heart out
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One thing that does frustrate me is that I would have a whole lot more junk up there if my injury hadn't screwed up a compulsive reading habit -- have never solved the problem of how to read a book comfortably, and reading on a computer screen makes a very poor substitute. Audio is also frustrating because it is a completely different way of taking in information, not to mention being bloody s-l-o-o-w. And, surprisingly enough, the Reader's Digest does not appeal as an option!
Jeez, you didn't really need to hear that, did you? My mind has been weakened by a particularly tedious poetry assignment today, and it helps to spread the depression
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Cheers,
Dave (the long-winded)