I couldn't have predicted the effect that opening this box would have on me. I liken it to the effect that stepping from a time machine into the past would have. I guess I hadn't realized just how long it had been since the contents of that box had seen daylight.
I was considered a "goth" for the majority of my teenage years (I never cared for the term and still don't). Though my tastes have matured in a lot of ways, I'm still the same person I've always been. This was evidenced in part by the triumphant yell I let out when uncovering this at the top of the pile:
|Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio.|
I forced myself to bed at ten, knowing I had to get up at five am, and tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep.
I've got a plan. I'm not going to tell you what it is, in case it never comes to fruition, but it's big. Life-changing kinda big. This heavy box, this time machine, could be exactly what I needed to find myself back on the path I wandered off of years ago.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
And also keep them ready to loan to me in case I need to have this thumb removed, okay?