I’m a fucking pack rat.
It fascinates me to look around at the mini-piles of near worthless things that surround me tonight. All the three year old magazines that seemed remotely, but vitally important to my existence. The operation manuals for electronic devices I’ve not owned in years. The loads of greeting cards from people I scarcely remember…
Argh. Does it really take a transatlantic move to see these meaningless things for what they really are? Damn. I should’ve at least pretended to move overseas years ago!
So much to do and my deadline doth creep nearer yet.
Good night kitties… I have to go clean my room.