or Trying to compete with space or the lack there of.

Nothing makes me feel like I am accomplishing something as much as moving things around my place. It's small and what keeps me here is the very cheap rent. It's also mine, and as much as I hope to have a bigger place one day, I am happy with what I have, even when I am not. I know I am going to have to start getting rid of things to make this work around here. Of course I would like to get rid of the things I don't want or use, like about twenty X-Box games.

My Star Wars action figures are safely ensconced in two closets covered by more shelves. Hardback Novels line the shelves. I have numerous shot glasses in the hall, the one area that I am having difficulty figuring out what else to use it for. This is my home, not my storage unit. This is the place I come to relax and looking at neatly stacked comics and statues are so much better than stacks of colored paper meant to be read. I don't have much time to do it (the moving, not the reading of comics) and when I do, my neighbors are asleep. I have ideas; I just need to implement them.

Of course my brother is far away and he can't help. Both my best friends are sleeping and I am writing just to give me a breather. I could just give up, but that is unlike me. I'd rather fall from fatigue then just quit. Of course that doesn't count if I find a really cool comic book to read, like this Avengers #260...or maybe this Fantastic Four #279...and look at this a beautiful copy of New Mutants #60...OK, quitting time it is.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

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