#and my comic books

Writing inventory for insurance sucks so, so bad. Trying to remember all the shit I owned is one thing, but being reminded by the internet that most of it is out of stock, no longer exists or is barely available but at ten times the original price is a different kind of kick to the gut. And like, sketchbooks I drew in when I was 12 were worth almost fuck all monetarily, but affection-wise?? Fuck.