Packrat

Today is my 'epic cleaning' day. By this I mean I tear everything apart and rearrange it to look presentable, as always it's turning into this big walk down 'memory lane' as I find pictures I drew in elementary school, journals from all ages, horrible poetry from middle school(I've been goth for 9 years, I'm entitled to that bad poetry phase), and every book I've ever owned as I can't bear to part with them(well, most of the time). It's all quite insane as my primary rule is 'if you can't remember why you saved it, toss it' and I have a rather good memory. In that regard I should probably get back to work...