flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
But in the meantime, let me just say that the reason I keep claiming not to be collecting owls is because I did have a doll collection as a child (ok, I still have some of it), and as soon as friends and family hear that you collect a thing, you will receive ALL of that thing, regardless of type or quality or space in your room. Which is really sweet and lovely of them, except AAAGH. And look, some of my favourite dolls ever — most of my favourites — were gifts, it’s just that there were also a lot of random and pointless ones taking up space too, and you can’t not keep that doll someone gave you for your birthday, even if you don’t really want it and have nowhere left to put it.
Yeah, like that.