Remember the commercial...

Where it was your brain (egg) and then your brain on drugs (fried). In addition to the fact that I'm heartsore because that makes me of the mind of a 15 year old that I love and adore and feel quasi-responsible for (no, NOT my son- he's 14) and her Ecstasy use, this is me, packing 7500+ books for a scant five mile move. I mean seriously, Lewis Carroll allusions aside, I feel I'm seeing things at this point... I have been packing for DAYS people. And books. Not clothes, not tchotchkes, but BOOKS.

Attribution totally unknown and TinEye gave me Nada...

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