the rabbits of the night

moving time. ahh.... the smell of cardboard boxes. confronting such problems as "can i part with all these old magazines and greeting cards?", and "do you think the landlord will care if we take this?". i can't say i'm looking forward to moving in the winter, but a problem with mold in the basement/bathroom, along with the problem of money in our wallets has led to this. and now we must downsize. and anyone who knows me knows that i have a ton of shit. and now, going from a house with a basement, garage, two bedrooms, and a big living room in which to store that shit, to the inevitable one bedroom apartment, has got me a little stressed out. i mean, am i supposed to just throw out the stay-puft marsmallow man action figure i got that time at that comic book convention at a VFW? what about my collection of movie posters i got for free at the video store? and there's no way i'm getting rid of my kermit the frog tambourine. that was a gift. before the advent of dvd, i used to tape every epiosde of the x-files, and i'd get the name of the episode from the newspaper, then i'd carefully label the tape, and on and on until a tape was full. and somehow, i've still got all these tapes in boxes. nobody wants them, i'm sure, and really, neither do i. but they haven't found their way to the trash yet. but i'm getting better. i've stopped saving movie ticket stubs (though i still have the box full of old ones). and if anyone needs a copy of "the man who wasn't there" on dvd, i think we've got two. anyhow, if anybody is looking for some good wintery excersise, there's no shortage of books and couches to carry. i'll buy doughnuts.