mourning

[threeplusfire]

Insidious creeping mold in the walls of the old apartment managed to sneak under my bookshelf. On the lowest level, there isn't any wood backboard. All my Edith Wharton, my Robert Anton Wilson, my copy of The Once and Future King, my collections of fairytales, old and new, and my lesbian vampire erotica book have all been destroyed. I'm heartbroken.

Oh god.
How could this happen?
Well it's rather obvious isn't it?
I knew we had mold in the closet, but they cleaned it out.
You shouldn't trust other people to do a proper job of something important.
I know I know. Shut up.

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Re: yay!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

If I can find any of them, I will certainly send you one. There were only a few, and that professor is writing a book on the use of obscenities in early twentieh century Russian lit this semester, so he growls when one approaches his door. But I'll look around!