When I get into an OCD/Mountain Dew induced flight of frenzy, watch out. Normally, as if I were a speed freak of some nature, I do some organizing that cannot truly be deciphered or, mostly, is never fulfilled by the time I finally give up, go back to being normal, and pass out in bed.
Right now my annoyance knows no bounds. I printed out the list of DVDs from Media Man, went through everything on the racks, on the DVD player, in the garage, near our desks, etc and had the intent of writing down what kind of case each flick is in (be it a purchased movie or a copied one in a CD case or a copied one in a DVD case) and found 11 movies missing.
Eleven! Most of them aren't even movies I give a shit about (i.e. mostly copied ones from what I can remember, and mostly ones copied for Dom's sake). But fuck it all if I don't want to at least know WHERE they went! One of the movies that pisses me off the most is Jaws... because I KNOW I just saw it the other day sitting around here somewhere and it's not where I know it was.
So now I'm so irritated I'm not really in the mood to go forth with the rest of this project (making covers/labels for ones not done yet). To irritate me even further is a possible widsom tooth trying to make an escape from my gums that's hurting my mouth and the regular strength Orajel isn't helping quite like I'd hoped. And Dom is about to monopolize the living room TV to watch the Rome DVDs he rented that I could give a shit about and throw a monkey wrench into my organization. Don't ask why, his presence just does.
Fuck beans.