Packrat Freakout

So I was just updating my iRead booklist on my Facebook page, and I was adding one of my all-time favorite books, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger (you HAVE to read this book).  I was trying to think specifically where my copy was.  I have loaned it out to several different people, and I practically started having palpitations over my book being missing!  It has all my marks and underlinings in it... where is it... oh my god... my book, My Book, MY BOOK... I need it back!!!!  pant, pant, pant  

See?  This is why this de-cluttering thing is such a job for me.  I get attached to STUFF.  It's perfectly OK that my book is out there, somewhere in the universe.  Maybe someone is enjoying it even more than I did.  I can always buy another copy someday if I want.  I do long to see my own scribbles in a book... it's a sickness, I know... but the world will not stop spinning on its axis if that book does not find its way home to me.  Breathe.  All is well.

I am seriously disturbed.  

Oh well, nothing a corndog and some lemonade won't fix, about 6-7 hours from now.  ;)