Must--force--self--to--write
I sure have a lot of stuff. I have spent the past two days filling boxes with junk from my "office", and have now half-filled the spare room with boxes of stuff, and my room is still full.
I hate packing.
I have found some interesting things along the way. Like a bag of soft rubber amputated fingers that I used to send wrapped in a medication r equest to the night pharmacist--it never failed to freak her out.
I also found a whole stack of CDs buried behind a bunch of old cables, all from 1989. I think I was planning to do a 1989 mix at one time, and probably put them aside. I had forgotten all about The Smithereens.
But packing still sucks.
I hate packing.
I have found some interesting things along the way. Like a bag of soft rubber amputated fingers that I used to send wrapped in a medication r equest to the night pharmacist--it never failed to freak her out.
I also found a whole stack of CDs buried behind a bunch of old cables, all from 1989. I think I was planning to do a 1989 mix at one time, and probably put them aside. I had forgotten all about The Smithereens.
But packing still sucks.
