That's the crazy thing about my box collection. It's empty. Well, boxes filled with other boxes. Though they may come in handy if I move, of course.

It just...well, it's just that I can hardly describe the feeling when I realize that I need a box and then find the perfect box in my collection.

A total opiate thing.

In re: rashness.

I have, more than once in my life, employed that strategy.

As of last week, I loved this job. This week, with the boss-fuss, ita and stuff with my landlord...well, I agree that rashness has value, I just don't want to make a decision in a huff. Right now, it would be full-frontal huff and that look is not a good look on me.

eta: Cheez-whiz! I'm sleep deprived too. I'm off to do something about that.

Sweet dreams, y'all in the Americas.

it's just that I can hardly describe the feeling when I realize that I need a box and then find the perfect box in my collection.

Handy for mailing eBay stuff, too.

I get that, bonny. I used to collect boxes when I was selling stuff a lot. But I stopped doing that so much, and I realized the box collection was taking up valuable real estate I could be using to store other stuff. It became a burden instead of a joy, basically. Like Marie Kondo says, if it's a joy keep it, if not get rid of it. I think that applies very well to lots of things.

Handy for mailing eBay stuff, too.

THIS!

A total opiate thing.

You may have a box addiction.

"Do you love things that fit perfectly inside other things? You may be at risk for Box Addiction!"

You may have a box addiction.

This is probably a given.

"Do you love things that fit perfectly inside other things? You may be at risk for Box Addiction!"

Such a perfect description of Matilda's MO.

You guys, I want to come back, but I'm in hiding from the internets.

We need to get you a sneaky alias that rhymes with CindyWrites. You'd better come up with something quick or you'll wind up as BendyBites or FriendlySmites.