I'm just going to go back to grunting and banging rocks together. People sipping their coffee trying to wake up for work, me standing up, trying to remain awake for my stop. I just awoke from a few precious hours of afternoon napping to find that I need to get to a commercial shoot at 5am tomorrow morning. Gig tomorrow night. Say it ain't so.
Some people compile scrapbooks.
I gotta say, I never saw much of a point. I simply can't bring myself to keep them neatly stored in some kind of album. Let your relatives sort through it when you're dead. I don't have time for such projects. That's what my record collection is for.