Cleaning Bugged
It’s now almost 48 hours after the cleaning bug hit and I’ve sold an old computer and two game consoles on Craig’s List, thrown away a dozen bags of garbage, set up a bookcase, bought fifty bucks in storage boxes, and reorganized the last 10 years of my nogstalgic detritus into neat, organized boxes.
Discardia rocks.
Most days, I can remember so vividly what it was like to be 13, 18, 26 … my past is so ever-present that it feels like no time has actually passed at all. But going through these boxes this weekend, finding the treasures I buried over the years, all the photos, tapes, love notes, and other unmentionables … it makes me realize just how much ground I’ve covered in 30 years.
And damn does my office look good. Tomorrow, the desk. Now, beer.