I am collecting PDFs. Assembling an arsenal of information waiting in the darkness of virtual file folders to spring upon the enemy. The enemy is procrastination. The enemy is confusion. The enemy is hopeful/less flailing about trying to find something to hold on to. The more I add the more comforted I become. Yet this means more reading and where is all the time gathering. I'm not using it so it has to be going somewhere. Stockpiling time for future benefit. That's how it works, right?