I really don’t know how this stuff accumulates on my desk. Or why. Or, again, HOW. It’s like I just randomly pluck things off of the shelves in my woman cave and, like, place them upon my desk. Perhaps to comfort me.
Hmmmm. Do you guys think I would qualify for TLC’s My Strange Addiction? I mean, I might have to pick it up a notch and start bathing with my games and/or sleeping with them. Perhaps dressing them up and pushing them around in a stroller? That could be fun.
…This needs to happen.