Withdrawal

Today I spent hours doing "zone maintenance." That means I scanned the barcodes on literally hundreds of cookbooks to identify and pull the ones due back to the vendors, and organized--categorically and alphabetically--the ones staying on the shelves. This is a heinously tedious task that should never be given to people as OCD as me, because we'll inevitably enjoy it. I drove home in kind of a dangerous daze, and now I'm starting to twitch because I know customers are still at the store, moving books around in the grilling section, which I haven't even quite finished organizing. Addiction is a bitch.