Spoils of War

Alternate titles:
Why I can’t stop sneezing
Hey, look what/who I found!!

After running a particularly annoying set of errands this morning — I have a general distaste for doctors that severely overbook and ruin everyone’s day — and hitting the gym, I decided to further blow off some steam by taking another stab at cleaning out my parents’ old storage room. I got part of the way there a while ago but there’s still tons of work to be done. As per usual, the tons of recyclable good, electronic whatnots, and general 80s hilarity are rivaled only by the sheer number of times I saw “ew”. Once again, ewwwwwwwwwwwwww. I do not like the sound of long dead bugs being crushed under my feet. Eventually my brain kicked in and I went for a pair of shoes during my afternoon Street Legal break. I only had my iPhone with me during this forage into the memory cave but risking my neck moving extremely heavy boxes again proved worth it since I can now bring you the spoils of war.

Good times. Less good is the amount of non-recyclable crap I have to bring to the dump tomorrow. Yikes. I hope I’m not this much of a packrat… except that a lot of this stuff once belong to me or my brother and I know my video game collection alone is a scary amount of stuff. And that’s not including the full-size library that I own. At least I am finally giving away several boxes of them to be enjoyed by others! :)