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I noticed something really dumb today.

My fantasies seem to take a turn for the worse right in the middle, when I feel the irresistible urge to make them more realistic, and then end up playing out disaster scenarios.

Well DUH! The whole point of fantasies is that they're BETTER than reality. And yet my inner critic doesn't want them to be too happy-go-lucky, lest I forget that things could go wrong. Well, duh again; forgetting that things could go wrong is one of the perks of fantasizing in the first place!

Anyone else ever have this problem?

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A totally exhausting day, week, whatever. Everything is out of my apartment except my bed and my computer desk... and it turns out I filled an entire 5x10x9 foot storage bin with my stuff. Gah! How did I accumulate so much crap, even after throwing/giving so much of it away?

I'm going to have to do it all again when I get back from vacation. Hopefully this time I'll have more help. But I apparently haven't gotten around to getting many more friends in Phoenix. Still, maybe my uncle and some people from THEM and maybe even Devi will help that time around. Perhaps my brother might even lift a finger to give me a hand.

After a month of living out of my suitcase, I can imagine the sight of all that stuff in my storage bin will be just hilarious.

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The problem with being a packrat is that your possessions overwhelm you.

You pick something up and say "I'm going to use this someday!" and put it back.

And doing that adds another line to your mental to-do list: "Use that thing so I can throw it away."

Multiply that by a thousand times and you'll approximate how I felt moving today. Add about twenty times saying "That's the FIRST THING I'll use when I get back!"

I was brave, though, I threw out many things.