I had big plans for the day. I was gonna request an absentee ballot, go to the post office and bank, get decaf, stuff like that. Did nothing.
instead, i stayed up late, got up late, read mars-kzin wars III in the bathtub.
Now I'm going to drive all night to kentucky, hang out with my ex for a few hours, come back, pack, get ready to be in chicago on sunday.
being out of decaf is the limiting factor that will force me to spring into action, get up and go out shopping. after a few more chapters.
My place is trashed, piles on top of piles, laundry and dishes undone I'm at the point where I have so much stuff it's in the way of knowing what I have and I can't get to anything.
The OCD hoarding instinct is a pro-survival adaptation, up to a point, and then it can become a problem. I suppose its a matter of inventory control and filing systems.
