— David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks (via booksalon)
This morning I find myself caught up in an anxiety attack that goes something like: Oh shit I own too many books! And I can’t stop collecting them! The books are going to keep coming! I have a serious problem! I’m like one of those hoarders on TV! Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!
This is actually a pretty common anxiety attack for me, but the timing is rare—usually these things happen at night when it is time to go to bed.