Too much stuff.

Today I am cleaning. Attempting to unclutter my closet-- dismantling the piles and boxes of crazy things that I should have never piled or boxed up in the first place. Endless wires and cables. And batteries. So many random batteries.

Oh. I'm also going through a drawer of old love letters. Scanning the words until I remember what it was about, reading the last sentence a couple times. Then with bitter hands and a nostalgic sigh, I make each page as small as I can file them away into the trash bag. I suppose if it was going to be a pleasant experience I'd have done it much sooner.

I don't want to talk to anyone today, and everyone keeps calling. I just want to get this done.