It’s Saturday night, I have a headache, and am feeling distinctly antisocial. Which makes it the perfect time to stay in and organize the last four years’ worth of comic books that have been threatening to take over my closet.
They’re currently in a big, randomly stacked mess. I’ve just been tossing current issues as I get them on top of the pile, and it’s gotten a bit out of hand. I figure with me moving in a couple of months, it’s probably time to do something about it.
Updated: There. Got them all separated and numerically sequenced.
Now I just have to make room in my boxes for these bastards. Which will involve substantially reorganizing the boxes as well.
. . . methinks I might’ve taken on too much work for night.
Sigh. Fucking obsessive-compulsive need to organize stuff.
2 Responses to “The urge to organize is going to kill me one day”
Whine, whine, whine. You think that is bad, imagine what it will be like for me to have to do that.
I don’t envy you the headaches you’ll face when you finally do move. You’ll just have to make sure you start packing ‘em, like, a year in advance.
On the bright side, I did find a whole boxload of crap that I no longer need/want and can now sell.
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