The bookshelves that line the entire back wall of the apartment. The shelf that is directly to my left and on my level is filled with my role playing books: DnD, Star Wars (both D20), and a loan first ed WFRP. Also my beloved wife's Stitch n' Bitch and Sudoku books, some photo albums, and some random magazines and old an old MCI for some damn reason. In front of them is a dragon hour glass given me by the mom of a girl I had a crush on, who apparently reciprocated but I was too dense to notice. Which worked out well, my beloved is far superior.
In front of that is a small end table with: a tape measure, a felt pen case, a hard case with a Sheaffer snorkel PdAg pen/pencil set (which I really need to sell), the dust cover from the copy of "Death in the Long Grass" I just got in the mail (amazing book, if you've never read it get it nao!), Kleenex box, big bottle of Hoppe's #9, Bore Snake in it's packaging (.45 I'm guessing but too lazy to pick it up), headphones, Sansa mp3 player, a headlamp, Zebra mechanical pencil (forget the model, the all metal one usable for self defense), a book for memory verses from church, my cell phone, my work crackberry, a letter from a friend, various receipts and notepads, and a balloon glass filled with Martinelli's sparkling apple-pomegranite.
