Looking at my life being packed away in boxes yet again. It make me reflect on many things. Mainly one thought goes through my head. How in the HELL did i get all of this crap into on room. One of the unknown mysteries of the universe. I think i have come to a conclusion. There is a temperal displacement within each woman's closet. You never see the back of it you just know that there is enough room for a few more things. Then when it comes time to move. BOOM!!!! You see the reality of it. You are a pack rat and you need more boxes. Well this pack rat is almost fully comtained.... now to pack the last item. 1 cat with very sharp claws. Pack Rat is thinking Nyquil in the kibble.