After Christmas, I made a short list of things I wanted to return to stores. A hanging closet organizer (since I already have one), a bunch of sweaters that don’t fit, a hat rack (which I received from my brother despite the fact that I don’t have any hair or any hats), this weird collection of Japanese zombie movies my sister gave me for some reason I can’t explain. I don’t speak Japanese. I’ve never been to Japan and I don’t even like American zombie movies. Why would I like a Japanese one? I haven’t had time to go down to the stores to return all that so they’re just lying there in a pile in the corner. Then there’s the things I would never return. The new Playstation console and all the role-playing games I got. (Yeah, I’ll admit to being a huge geek). There’s the designer jeans, my new wallet, and that hanging closet organizer. Wait. What’s that doing there? Did I get two? Well, I might as well keep one then. Never know when it might come in handy, though I’d really like to know who gave that to me. Maybe the same person gave me two? Nah.