Packrat? Whaddaya mean?

Recent cleaning finds:

• An index card with cheat codes for Descent, a game I haven't played in at least 10 years. I still remembered one of them: GABBAGABBAHEY, but I didn't know what it did: it enabled cheats. Never did beat that game without 'em.
  
• "Sorry we didn't hire you but yadda yadda yadda" letters from the first couple jobs I ever applied for after finishing my undergrad degree.
• Stationery I haven't touched in nearly 10 years.
• A word search puzzle book.
• A homemade card in my sister's blocky childish print, telling me she was proud to be my sister.
  
• Two started Sudoku books.
• A dorm address of a friend who has since graduated.
• A picture drawn by a then-first grader whose classroom I volunteered in about 9 years ago.
• A card from my grandfather, written in English (which was not his first language, either).
  
• A started blanket I set aside because the yarn I bought was a close-out bargain and I didn't have enough.
• More emo poems.
  
• Countless sets of driving instructions to people's houses.
• Letters saying I made the Dean's list.
  
• A note of apology from my sister for making me mad, begging my forgiveness, complete with a "yes" and a "no" for me to circle.
• (Costume) jewelry I forgot I had and probably only wore once.
• The Phi Theta Kappa cords I earned but never wore (didn't go to the commencement for my associate's degree).
• Floppy disks with old documents and MIDI files on them.
  
• A "contract" I made my sister transcribe and sign, with witnesses, stipulating the terms under which I would go out with her. (...She was an annoying kid when she was younger... as was I, in my own way...)
  
• A pearl necklace my grandmother gave me, which needs to be re-strung.
• Boarding passes for various flights I've taken over the last 11 years or so.
  
• Toy mice for the cat.
  
• ...More books.

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After an industrious afternoon of cleaning, I sat down to resume one of my started crochet projects. I'd been using a cheap-o plastic hook, which was starting to crack. Fixed it with Scotch tape, then remembered I found the steel hook in that size earlier. I couldn't help but lament, before I chucked the broken one in the trash, "It's all fun and games until someone loses an I [hook]." Response: "OK, now you have absolutely no room to criticize my sense of humor."

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