It's Pitch Black. I Am Likely to be Eaten by a Grue.

The past couple of days have been spent wading through a packrat’s lifetime collection of crap that strains the walls of my father’s basement. He has been on this ‘simplifying his life’ kick lately which basically means that I have to be on this kick as well. Within the first six hours we had already filled the 12 cubic foot dumpster he had rented and we’ve been waiting for the disposal company to come pick it up and give us another empty one. Looking around the basement, I can see us filling this one before the end of the day as well.

*sigh*