after packing up my apartment for the last month at my leisure and, more recently, in a frenzy, i have finally reached the stage where i no longer care what else is left here. i no longer care if i box another (fucking) thing. put it into those great, black trash bags and kick everything everything to the curb.

i've begun doing scary things to procrastinate, reminiscent of OCD. i organized empty clothes hangers. i separated them by color and style for the ones that dominate, then i started going through and deciding which ones to toss, inspecting them. after about 15 minutes of that, i took a step back, realized what i was doing, and threw the lot of them into a box.