fox | packing commences.

Eleven boxes of books packed. Two-and-a-half-foot stack of old notebooks for the garbage. (Few important pages in each saved, rather than transporting whole notebook again. Among saved items were four songs -- in the studying-poetry sense -- that I wrote to keep myself and my classmates sane and amused in the 5-6pm Background of Celtic Literature and Culture, or some such thing, ten years ago February. Documentary history, man.) More relevantly, stacking bookshelves are now disassembled. One more (unstacked) bookshelf remains, with at least three boxes' worth of books on it. I have seven more record-storage boxes that I got today, and some boxes of various sizes that packages have arrived in, and the aforementioned 3+ boxes of books, plus all DVDs and VHS tapes (about 20 shelf feet), CDs (not crazy many, but a couple of those cube-shaped carousels' worth), also dishes, other kitchen stuff, and other Stuff stuff. Where does all the crap come from? Also clothes and shoes. The total volume of shoes in my closet is well up into several cubic assloads. And that's culled relatively recently, as well.

Manalive, moving sucks.