depression is a lingering curse. in the back of the closet I found a grocery bag filled with assorted trash including but not limited to an empty juice bottle and very expired snack pack of peanuts. carbon dating is inconclusive but it's presence there likely dates back years.
the amount of laundry stashed away in this one room apartment is incredible. So much of it worn out, stained, uncomfortable to wear, or stuff I never wore. Multiple trash bags to toss, bags to donate, baskets full to wash. I live like this?
side quest: collecting the seemingly endless amount of random coins that turn up in and under things? Every time I shift something it seems there's a penny, dime, or nickle (never quarters for some reason)
two quarters behind the sculpey clay boxes! score!
thought about reorganizing my main bookshelf but the only thing that would solve the overcrowding issue is to obtain another bookshelf. I've already moved all my childhood/teenage books and comics to their own shelf but that didn't help much.
shoveled some of the trash out of my car and found more loose change. Some sort of video game nonsense going on here . . .
a dime and nickle in a plastic baggie on a shelf of sketchbooks . . .
the amount of mail I have ignored and stashed over the years is terrifying. Some of it was apparently carried over from my previous address and I just. kept? I have to check it all and I've got a mountain of stuff I can safely trash and a smaller mountain of stuff that's important and I need to sort. Past-me, you depressed slob, I just wanna talk
penny and a dime under my shoes by the door
bought and assembled a new shelf hopefully this solves the book over-crowding issue which makes me have pull off and rearrange stacks of books every time I want to find anything specific. the conditions are inhumane
dime on a bookshelf. I wish I had kept count instead of shoving a bunch into my wallet with the preexisting change.
took me an hour to sort out and re-shelve my books, mainly by author or genre but also more personal categories such as 'read these once probably won't read them again but I'm not sure so I'll hang onto them for a bit longer'.
I've been working so hard but my apartment is still completely trashed maybe I'll revisit the idea of just burning the place down and starting over from scratch.
penny under the router. plus last night I had a dream about finding loose change, even my head is full of loose change
found a doodle in an old text book:
I can only suppose that the stress of finals week made me forget to give the unicorn a horn. only their most distinguishing feature.
found three flash drives that seem to have been used last in 2015. In addition to pictures and music there is a tremendous amount of pirated comic books. More importantly I found pictures of the piΓ±ata we made for a friend's birthday in college:
here he is in the utility closet while the glue dries. Isn't he beautiful? We named him Sluffy. There are more pictures of my friends threatening threatening Sluffy with sticks, me shielding Sluffy with my body while my friends threaten both of us with sticks, the ravaged remains of Sluffy surrounded with the freed candy, all of us standing solemnly with our heads bowed in a moment of silence for Sluffy.
