I've spent most of this evening getting all my old vinyl records out of their sleeves and looking at them. They still smell the way records always do, sort of dusty, and they still look all sleek and shiny and it still feels kind of magical to pull them out of their sleeves. They still sound gritty and raw and like REAL MUSIC. Unfortunately I haven't owned a record player in about ten years so I had to imagine the last part.

Then I put them all on Ebay. Sigh.

It feels incredibly sad, but I've been hulking those records around for twenty years and I know I'm never going to play them again. It's like I'm disposing of a chunk of my teenage years and part of me doesn't want to let go, but I know I have to do it. Our house is full of STUFF and some of it has just GOT TO GO.

Talking of feeling sad, yesterday I had a really weird experience. I haven't talked about it to anyone but I'm still thinking about it. I don't know whether to write about it here, because it's kind of personal. I want to document it somewhere though, because it might help me make sense of it. Weird. It's been a funny couple of days.