The fact that I say "spice cabinets" and I have a galley kitchen should alert you to the magnitude of the problem.
So anyway, two hours later I now have one bottle of oregano, not three, and I have discovered that I must be a writer. Because the sheer amount of carbohydrates I have squirrelled away against need would probably carry me over the winter, although I might get very sick of plain whole wheat angelhair and basmati rice by then.
On the other hand, at least I could put oregano on it.
Man, my shoulders hurt now.