The last three years, half my stuff has been in a locker. My mouth-blown glass collection. A couple pieces of furniture. My comics. My books. My art. My art supplies (probably dried out by now). My robots…

We currently share our apartment with a third, who has recently told us he’s moving out soon. While I’m sad to see him go (more rent!) (just kidding) (no more cat-sitting services) (just kidding) (the ability to walk around in my underwear) (…what?), I’m extremely excited to see my stuff again.

They say that if you haven’t used something within 6 months, you should throw it out. And I probably could survive without this stuff, taking most of it directly from the locker to a garage sale table, but I am attached to it. The $400 3ft Robby the Robot, imported from Japan, is going to see the light of my love again! Oooh look! Issue #1 of OMNI Magazine! Ah! My framed, one page original printing of Little Nemo comic with the racially unacceptable character, The Imp, throwing rocks at dinosaurs!

Saying that, I think the real test will be merging my stuff with SharkBoy’s (which I think will be a non-issue by now. He’s seen the robot collection and is accepting), and finding the room. Nature abhors a vacuum, and when the roomie leaves, I fear there will be a scramble to fill up the extra room-and-a-half we’ll be getting. Meh. I still dominate the kitchen!