August 3rd, 2005


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Huh. I'm cleaning, and I just found a jar candle, starfruit & mango scented, from in a box of books. I have never seen this candle before in my life.


Dude! I just found my old Discman! Awww, I love you, Discman. I know mp3s have made you a teensy bit obsolete, but that's okay! I'll burn some CDs and use you again! I still love--whoa, you were manufactured in 1998? Dude. You really are a solid piece of hardware.

Hmm. I am going to end up spraining or breaking or pulling something by the end of this, I know. I'm trying to clean out this tight little corner, boxed in between my TV cabinet and my desk, where all these boxes are piled up. Once the boxes (and a little vintage fold-up desk) are moved out, a plain fold-down table's going to be squeezed in there for my new printer (new = "bought late last summer, never opened"), and... God knows where all the boxes are going to go, but there it is. Most of them seem to contain desk supplies (accordion folders, portfolios, notebooks) or fairly valuable (to me) binders and notebooks full of writing, but damn if they're not heavy as lead.

Also, I still don't quite know what to do with this microphone I got for the computer. What do I... record on?

P.S. Hollywood Babylon smells really, really good.