#$&*@!!!!
Cleaning my office for the New Year so that I can find all the stuff I lost and don't have to feel like the room is going to cave in around me if I sneeze wrong. So damn much dust on the stuff that I'm wondering why the hell I bought in the first place. That Sentinel by McFarlane toys? Cool, but it's a freaking dust magnet. Same with all those cool figures from Final Fantasy X (never played the game but the designs are pretty amazing). And that Giant Iron Giant toy...well, it's still completely great, but was tacky to the touch until this morning.
I haven't even really started on my bookshelves. Still have damn 3D and art training books that I haven't touched since I moved into this place. And those Christmas comics to shelve. Where the hell am I gonna put those?
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, though. It's the Southern Pacific from Phoenix, coming in at sixty-five miles per. All 200 tons of it...
But if I survive this, I might even get some writing done this week.