Really, it's tough. I've picked up so much random shit this year that there's nowhere to put it. There's a lot of I'll probably never use again and should probably just throw away [when will I need a horse mask again?], but I just can't put them in the trash. It's like I'd be throwing away memories.
Also, I dropped a small mirror and it shattered. I'm not one for superstition, but as I was taking out the trash bag it was in, I cut my leg on a piece of it that was poking through the bag. Then some of the blood ended up on a white dress shirt. Goddammit.
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