I'm sorting through things in the living room sweating profusely as it's so hot in here and I don't know what to pack up first. I found a copy of an email my parents printed out in 98 from my brother signing off as "your little boy". Oh little boy what have you done? I guess he missed that one when he was on a paper shredding kick.
There's a k state throw, moms sewing kit, a lot of blank canvases, frames, books, magazines and art supplies. There's a whole lot here and it's overwhelming. Perhaps I need just go to sleep. It's godawful depressing.
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