too much + not enough = bleh

[rangerpretzel]

I don't ever post on LJ. I lurk and write snarky remarks in other peoples' LJ posts. Well, I try to make them helpful and humorous, but I don't always succeed and I guess they sometimes come off as snarky...

So why am I posting on LJ? Because I'm feeling like I'm missing something. It's not a distinct feeling, but merely a vague one that's the result of a lot of little consecutive changes in my life.

None of these changes is particularly that significant, but cumulatively, they seem to be dragging me down and I'm just ready to throw my hands in the air and say, "I give up." But what would I be giving up? And what would I get in return? (Hmmm... rhetorical questions with no answers... bleh...)

So here's the short list:

• Moved into a new apartment. Can't find half my stuff.
• Of the half that I *can* find, most of it I don't need. Unfortunately, the junk is interspersed with a few gems, so I can't just toss the boxes out wholesale or else I lose some very important things. Sorting the wheat from the chaff takes time.
  
• Lack of time. I'm traveling again (for work.) When I'm away, it means my personal life is on hold.
  
• When I *am* home, I'm frequently too tired after work to get anything useful done.
• Although I make good money, I'm still in the hole from BMan. (Partly because Autosub still owes me a couple hundred or so.)
  
• Heck, I still haven't unpacked/washed everything from BMan.
• As soon as I check off one thing from my To-Do list, two more things get added.
• All this stuff is preventing me from getting to know my new roommates. (Waves to roommates who I'm sure probably read my LJ...)
  

Between the traveling, unboxing, sorting, stress, change of seasons, and trying to maintain my social life, I don't feel like my life is going anywhere.

Bleh.

PS:  If anyone is *not* going to NYC Decom, I'll be around, I'm sure. Sorting thru papers and boxes of "stuff".