Apr 22, 2010 02:20
I love getting stuff. I love going through my stuff and choosing old things to give or throw away. I love a clean apartment.
This is the 'endless waltz' (hurrrr gaydam wing reference :U :U :U) of how my OCD works.
I collect far too much clutter, even after my year spent renting a basement room in a hoarder's twisted fuckmaze of piled up mold. Unlike him, though, I actually a) fix shit up, b) give it away, or c) throw it out. It's not perfect, but it works for me.
On the subject of 'general life news', I have worked more hours in the past week and a half than I usually manage to score in an entire month. 32 hours as of tonight, very good for myself. I am proud of what I have accomplished without degenerating into a foaming ball of rage and/or anxiety! I am however calling in and asking to cancel the shift that was scheduled for me tomorrow. I'm nearly out of gas, have some kind of looming upper respiratory congestion thing making it hard to exist comfortably, and my throat has been hella sore on the phones for the last two days. I think everything from the waist up just needs a little rest to get back into shape.