Five boxes of books. And probably two of comics. There could be more, but I'm restraining myself. I have no desire to drag more of the east coast to the west coast than is completely necessary. But, that said, I'm not leaving behind PKD or Fred Pohl. The shit just took too damned long to find.

Cassette tapes are up next. Oh, Jesus. When did I like Oingo Boingo this much?