Boxing Day

Moving sucks. Especially when you're not moving. See, we're getting carpet put in next week, so I have the oh so fun task of boxing up nearly 500 books and who knows how many graphic novels. So on Saturday I started the ordeal. Of course, I'm so anal that I have to ensure that each box is not only labeled, but that each book is entered into my book tracking software. After just four boxes, I was ready to sell my entire collection. I mean, why the hell do I own half of these books? I not only will never read half of them, but they're all available for practically nothing on abe.com, so what's the point? Of course, this is me, so by the time I was taping up my 10th box, I was getting sad that all of my children would be stuck in tight, dark compartments for the next few days. The next thing I know, I was looking to fill in the cracks of my collection. What, I only have 33 Orson Scott Card books? What am I missing? I better look 'em up. So not five hours after considering giving up the hobby, I was already planning on taking my hobby one step further. What a sick man I am. I sealed up 13 boxes this weekend. I have another 4-5 left, I'm guessing, plus another for my paperbacks. And I'll most likely re-box the 8 I already have scattered around the house. I have to have the same size of box or I'll go insane, and the other boxes just aren't the same. Tonight I box up my graphic novels and trades. I'm already sad...