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Jun. 2nd, 2004 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kbkAm have done some unpacking, and that includes looking at the four boxes that were dumped in my room while I was away - admittedly, there was some reason for each of them to be dumped on me, but I come home with my bags and boxes and bags and boxes and find... more boxes! Well, I'm handing one off to Dad because it's maths/science books which could be useful if I was ever going to read them, but I'm not, and some of them are his. And I... don't know. I just find it so hard to throw stuff out.
My stuff I can just about cope with, but the stuff that I've "inherited" (or without the inverted commas, actually, because there's some stuff that came from Gran's flat,or bits and bobs of Mum's... there's a big box of videos at my feet that's mostly random stuff taped off the telly, and yeah, maybe I'd like to watch some of it again but I sincerely doubt I'll ever get round to it, and then there are the tapes that weren't mine, so it's random stuff I would never have watched in the first place, but somehow, it feels like a connection to days gone by and whoever would have watched it... aagh) I don't know what to do with, because I don't feel like I have the right to make irreversible decisions regarding it despite the fact that I'm the one stuck with it.
So, yeah, the room doesn't look like much but it's moving towards... well, having all the random shite in drawers, corners, or smaller boxes. Don't know what the hell I'm going to do with the videos, though. And I have to go through my stacks of papers and shite because I have forms that have to be sent off very very soon. Balls.
And I'm so not in a writing mood it's not true. Dammit. Though I suppose I do only have one fic late.
My stuff I can just about cope with, but the stuff that I've "inherited" (or without the inverted commas, actually, because there's some stuff that came from Gran's flat,or bits and bobs of Mum's... there's a big box of videos at my feet that's mostly random stuff taped off the telly, and yeah, maybe I'd like to watch some of it again but I sincerely doubt I'll ever get round to it, and then there are the tapes that weren't mine, so it's random stuff I would never have watched in the first place, but somehow, it feels like a connection to days gone by and whoever would have watched it... aagh) I don't know what to do with, because I don't feel like I have the right to make irreversible decisions regarding it despite the fact that I'm the one stuck with it.
So, yeah, the room doesn't look like much but it's moving towards... well, having all the random shite in drawers, corners, or smaller boxes. Don't know what the hell I'm going to do with the videos, though. And I have to go through my stacks of papers and shite because I have forms that have to be sent off very very soon. Balls.
And I'm so not in a writing mood it's not true. Dammit. Though I suppose I do only have one fic late.
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Ha!
Date: 2004-06-02 04:48 pm (UTC)Still, at least you didnt have to cart a shopping trolly full of stuff all those hundreds of miles. Neithr did I, but a shopping trolly was involved and I can assure you that not as single trolly was harmed in the process of moving accross the carpark.
*Still lonely that I cannot pop over to 36 any time I feel like and enjoy the beer that Mim provides anf the good conversing that takes place*
please visit at some point. Oh, and the transit takes place on the tenth of this month. From five in the morning until eightish. I thought that would interest you but wherever you are, most people can see the wonder of Venus passing over the sun.
Re: Ha!
Date: 2004-06-03 06:40 am (UTC)I miss 36 auch. Mostly the part where I was the sane one, but other stuff too. Even just knowing where the sugar is when I have tea - I spent five minutes searching the other night.
I had forgotten all about the transit until I saw something in a magazine this morning. I'll still be in Renfrew, and I'll look out for it, but I'm not trusting the weather.
Poo. "Home" is dull.