it's closing in around me.

I've been cleaning out the over-the-clothes shelf of our bedroom closet. Two boxes of college stuff.

Purple, leopard-spotted cat ears--circa the Josie and the Pussycats movie--that Sara and I bought at Target and wore around, in public, for the rest of the day while hanging out with a friend and her friend, neither of whom Sara and I talk to anymore. Because the friend went kind of crazy. And her friend was overrated.

A sitting porcelain doll of the "little girl dressed like a witch" variety. My grandmother gave her to me. Probably the last thing she ever gave me.

About twenty CD cases for CD's I've long-ago stopped listening to.

College was two years ago. Two years of marriage ago. What am I going to do with all this stuff? I can't thow anything away. But now I have all the stuff John can't throw away (considerably less stuff, by the way, because he's not as sentimental as I am) to deal with and all the crap we've collected together over the past two years. All of this leads up to the following conclusion: Our apartment is freakin' tiny!