Madness and the Move

I am still totally stressed due to moving house - all of my belonging are all over the place, scattered on the floor, in big piles, buried under loads of Alex's stuff. I'm starting to feel smothered myself - I'm close to going completely mad. Will be glad when everything is sorted out. There's something comforting about tidiness; neat lines and everything in its proper place. In this age of labelling, that either means I'm Obsessive Compulsive or Anal Retentive, I don't know which is worse.

Due to the move, I haven't been writing as I should, but I have been reading more (as a result of feeling physically homeless right now, I figure, you're always at home with a good book). I've finished And Then We Came To The End, which I really enjoyed, and have now moved on to try to finish The Book of Lost Things, which again, is better than I first thought.

I'm just so tired, and am working this weekend too. Urgh, no rest for the not really wicked then.