A Vicious Circle

If you're asking yourself, "What in the living hell is he doing up this early?" get in line. I've been asking myself that since about 5:00 AM...

So I went on and got up around 5:30 or so and started my morning coffee. With the cable still out, I decided I'd look through the boxes upon boxes of VHS movies I have to find something I haven't seen in at least a few months.

The thing about having so many movies is the same thing about having so many comics: you often know you have/had something, but you aren't sure where it is/was. It drives you crazy!

Did someone "borrow" it? Who? When? Would I even lend that out? Surely not. So it must be here - somewhere. But where? Maybe this box - no, wait - it was in the box with that other thing! But, here's that thing, so where is what I'm looking for?

Then, before you know it, you are sitting in the middle of your room, surrounded by boxes and movies/comics/games/books - adrift in a sea of crap - and you realize it's time to Organize. Except that you really can't drop everything on your plate to do that right this second, so you wade through the tons of junk and just leave it there.

And that's why you can never find anything...

And madness creeps upon you.