Rooting around in the closet looking for a lead cable for my newly repaired guitar, i instead found my 24 year old stuffed bunny, the creatively-named "Bunny," which I've had pretty much since i was born and had thought lost for good about seven years ago. This discovery made me kind of happy - it's good to know that a fuzzy, inanimate object that meant more to me than several of my friends when i was growing up is still existant, albeit a little dusty from over half a decade spent on the top shelf of the closet. I think he needs a bath. Kind of like i need to find an apartment.