I have a new bookshelf.
This morning, on my way down to the grocery store, I saw, by the trash cans outside my building, a three-tiered bookshelf. Someone had thrown it out, but I couldn't see why; it was old, as evidenced by the scratches, but still sturdy. I tested it; light, too. There was no reason for it to go off to the dump.
So, I made a mental note. I had laundry to do and breakfast casserole to make, but after all that was done, I borrowed one of my roommates and went back down to grab it. It now sits next to my bedside table; I put my comic trades in it.