Today I just plain cut the top off of the ketchup bottle because I couldn't get it out. I broke the knife and there was hardly any left for my eggs, in any case. All of my walls are bare and I can't decide what exactly of all this shit is *essential*. Nothing, really. I just want it. It looks like so much more than, "I don't really have that much stuff, right?" when it's all in squares, like that. I couldn't get rid of those guys because they saw me through my first year (worst year) but really that was me and people and not some stupid foils I got from the Welland Goodwill, right?