The moonlight filters into my window and casts a glow upon my pillow. Not the pillow I am sleeping on …no….the extra pillow on the floor that I need to figure out what to do with. Now that I'm awake and my eyes are focused, I realize that it was not a large glowing alien egg that I was looking at. It was one of the extra pillows that I had cast into a pile of extra pillows that was glowing – how sweet. What am I going to do with it? Why do I have eight pillows, and, not to mention, all the other items on the floor in the shadows all over the house. I said NOT TO MENTION THAT.

Yes this is the madness of 3am when your world has been taken over by your stuff. And I do mean all my stuff, real and imagined. I am moving out of my house and into a storage unit. It's going to be small and hot until the winter and then it will be small and cold. I am going to just sit there constantly because there will be no room to do anything else. Don't bother calling, I sold my phone. Don't bother coming over unless you're into that sort of thing. BTW who IS into that sort of thing? There probably is a website claustrophobiaism.com for people who get into close quarters. Oh yea baby the walls are closing in…. yeah … I can't fucking breath …oooooooo. But seriously, I have a lot of stuff. Oh you do too. Don't try to be all holy about it. EVERYONE has too much shit. Oh yeah. I'm ALL about including EVERYONE in my sick little world. Two weeks ago EVERYONE was so cool. Now EVERYONE has too much shit and is overwhelmed…just like me. Co-inky dink? NAAAAH. So I'm going to have a storage unit warming party. Nobody come.