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I'm in my room, reveling in the fact that I have no work for the first Saturday in what seems like months (birthdays are paid holidays at Le Shack). I'm also studiously trying to ignore the filthiness that is my surroundings. My bookshelf, scavenged from a neighbor's outcasts and filled with numerous fantasy novels and reference items, is in a horrible state of disarray. I have copies of Electronic Gaming and PC World strewn upon my floor. Videocassettes, DVDs, and CD cases (a good number of which are sans CD) are on top of my dresser, whose drawers can never close properly. My clothing hamper is home to my Italian and Latin notes (I like to think I can recall enough of both languages to fill a thimble, although sometimes I startle myself) and the few clothes I wear on a daily basis. My thesis notes and articles are under my desk. They haven't been touched since I wrapped up in September, and I'm loathe to throw them out, seeing as I worked so damn hard. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I keep telling myself that I'm going to clean my room, but I usually don't get around to it, start it, clear a path between the bed and the door and call it a night, or do it and then see it go back the way it was within a week or two. My room is a snapshot of my mental state and it's apparent that I find myself unable to let go of lots of things. I'm also very cluttered and requiring a vacuuming post-haste.

It amuses me when I dig through my purse for randomness just how much bloody stuff is in there. The purse itself is a very battered looking sack, made of either genuine soft hide or a damned good facsimile. I picked it up on some accessory store or another when I was in Rhody. My first purse ever. At 22. When I mentioned I wasn't really into girly stuff I wasn't kidding. I was hesitant to pick this up as well, but years of getting it wet, throwing it around, and generally mishandling it has worn it in and made it look not so prissy. And, hells, everyone needs something to carry extra crap in.

But, back on topic. I've decided to list everything that's in my purse right now, mainly because I'm trying to figure out if the old saying "You can tell the measure of a man by the contents of his purse" holds water.