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[alex_knight]

So I'm sitting here in my room. There is a bed, my computer, a clock radio, three gallons of paint and a ladder. Everything else has been gutted. It's weird. Part of it feels almost liberating having room to stretch out or set up a game on the floor. (Yeah, okay so no table. :-P) But then part of it feel depressing. Like a large chunck of my life is missing. I know it sounds weird... but I think maybe I have too many things. Sometimes I wonder if I buy things on impulse the same way some people eat or do drugs. They do it to feel better... I wonder if I buy to feel better. Some things I know I want and like others I buy... because it looked cool. I mean, how many miniature games and role playing games do I have and have never played because it looked cool? How many collectable trinkets do I have for the same reason? And yet, knowing that I don't need them, I still feel oddly empty with them not in here.

::shrugs::
Maybe I'm just a tool of consumer America.

Or maybe I'm just annoyed that my PS2 and my TV are not hooked up and I can't play right now.