My bookshelf is in my closet. I have also installed a light in my closet. I have way more books than fit in this tiny shelf, and they're piled on top of my desk and in various other shelves around my house.

I have an odd, recurring, lucid dream. In it, I need to go somewhere and I can't seem to find the key to my car (the one with the red tag on it). In the dream, I usually have the rest of my key set, but the redtag one is missing. Sometimes I find it, sometimes I don't.

"His name is Haigha.' (He pronounced it so as to rhyme with 'mayor.')

'I love my love with an H,' Alice couldn't help beginning, 'because he is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him with—with—with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he lives—'

'He lives on the Hill,' the King remarked simply, without the least idea that he was joining in the game, while Alice was still hesitating for the name of a town beginning with H."