I'm cleaning my house. Or rather, I'm going through the piles and piles of crap that have built up over the last few years, throwing some stuff out, trying to find places for others.
God, this is horrid.
What's worse is that if I get this stuff done, then I can start going through the boxes from my last move a few years ago.
While most of the stuff I'm going through falls into the "WTF? Why did I keep this?" category, I did turn up a neat pair of leather restraints I bought last year.
Yeah, picture it. I dare you.