Obsession

I've always loved puzzles.  I don't mean jigsaw puzzles, though I adore those, but crosswords, word searches, logic puzzles, sudokus, whatever the hell you can think of - I love them.

I have two months of magazines to get through and a pile of books.  A messy pile of clean sheets and pillowcases has been sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed for weeks because I just can't be fucked to fold them.  Not when there are puzzles to complete!  

(Besides, folding sheets is the FUCKING WORST.)

I really wanted to get me some of those fill-in puzzles, but I couldn't find them anywhere.  So I did what any rational human being would do: I ordered a set of sixteen books.