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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.
