One of the things I like to do when I've got insomnia is sort my bookshelf. It's a simple exercise that takes my mind off whatever's bothering me. Last night it was a stupid nightmare, one of those ones where I'm trying to do things but they keep fucking up and everything just keeps getting worse and worse. Like seriously, the building I was in was falling apart, demons coming out of the walls, throwing fire around and shit. Too much imagination and too much stress.
Anyway, arranging my bookshelf. It's starting to look a bit impressive. But if I buy much more Moorcock he's gonna end up with a shelf to himself.