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















