Fantasy books, terrible advice, and random silliness
There are certain dreams I frequently have when I’m stressed. They probably say something deep (and not very flattering) about my psyche.
Perhaps weirdly, they’re not about the most calamitous events–in the scheme of things they’re closer to laughable–but that doesn’t stop them being terribly stressful to live (or dream) through.
There was a time when I used to save bookmarks in Chrome into informatively labelled folders.
That time ended years ago.
Since then, I’ve been throwing everything I want to save into a melting pot called “Other bookmarks”. It’s true, these are the bookmarks that are not in the organised folders, which makes them “other”. (Except for the ones that are duplicates, which are not “other”.) Still, as labels go it’s not especially helpful.