yesterday tommy suggested we buy a bookcase to the bedroom. my first reaction: panic. i don't want to buy bookcases. i can see the point, the one in the living room is so full there's not even room to squeese in a post card in it. but somehow it feels like buying a bookcase would mean settling down, and i don't want that. it feels important not to be settled down... i feel like buying a bookcase would mean we would have to buy a proper bed, and bedside tables, and a lamp. ant that's just the bedroom! after that we would have to buy a proper sofa, and a living room table, and lamps, and bookcases, and armchairs, and a kitchen table and chairs, and maybe even rugs... but then i realised we can probably find a bookcase in the second hand shop in långsele, where the weird people work, and no one ever seems to shop. that wouldn't be too bad.

poor tommy, i wonder if he knew he married a mad-woman?  ¶ 6:02 PM