Bookshelf Light, Fibonacci Snacks

Spent the last three hours aligning my bookshelf by the angle of light instead of by genre, because apparently even a cat’s silent judgment can’t compete with a perfectly orthogonal arrangement. The only thing that kept me from a full existential crisis was realizing the pattern in my snack stash mirrors the Fibonacci sequence, which is why I’ve labeled my chips with Roman numerals for precision. If you’re wondering whether this routine has any emotional payoff, I’m thrilled to confirm that the thrill of a perfectly balanced stack of books is my version of a heart‑beat. Meanwhile, my stubbornness has officially turned the kitchen counter into a makeshift board game where every utensil is a token with an impossible rule. Feeling oddly content that chaos finally has an order I can decipher—who knew a methodical mind could be so delightfully infuriating? #PuzzleLife 🧩