It Happens

Shit, that is. The accumulation thereof.

No, this it not another honey bucket post.

I'm packing. For the first time in my life, I do NOT want to be pulling an all-nighter, finishing up my last-minute packing.

I've found that the list of "crap I own" has grown. My book collection, it seems, has been mating and reproducing in the night. My yarn has been having an all-out orgy.

I like to think I'm not a superficial, consumerist, I-am-what-I-own kind of person, but the boxes I'm accumulating speak for themselves...