02.04.05..12:00 pm

I realised yesterday that I suffer terribly from two little known though widely spread afflictions: Heap-All-CDs-in-Ramdon-Piles Syndrome, and Dump-Everything-on-the-Ground-the-Second-You-Enter-the-House-itis. The former of which creates a deep sense of morbid frustration with never being able to find anything (primarily in M who LABELS his for fuck's sake), while the latter causes me to lose keys/mitts/library books the second I get home.

I've been looking out for them on the side of the road, this-side-of-manky dumpsters, and in the lawn of this house up the road from M's where we've already found a (working) cd player and small amp, but if anyone has a spare guitar case (one of the old hard ones, not the soft padded new kind), or an industrial sized kitchen sink floating about, could you let me know? My plan is to nail either or both to the living room wall and see if it helps.