Recently I moved my stuff from one room to another in my apartment to make way for my new roommates. In the process I got to do a lot of sorting through old junk. Throwing things out is a heady drug. I found myself getting on a roll, brutally wrenching books from the bookshelf to be sold at the local used-book store, culling any piece of clothing I hadn't worn in a year (well...maybe two years.....well, there were a few I couldn't bear to part with....)...in the end it got so that I was having to fish important financial documents out of the recycling bin, where they'd been tossed in my wild-eyed fervour.
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