As Arthur Dent once said, I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle. Hopefully, I won't start a major intergalactic war with this post.

Life is going wonderfully on a grand scale, it's the minutiae that I can't seem to deal with right now. My apartment is full of stuff that needs to be put away, put together, filed or thrown out. My inbox is full of e-mail that I really ought to answer. The only thing that's keeping half my bills from being paid late is that I have about half of them set up for automatic payment.

I cleaned off my desk on Sunday, or perhaps Monday, and it's buried in crap again. Some of this crap needs to be dealt with. I have just now dug out two things that I really should have mailed a week ago, and managed to scrounge up what I believe to be the last two postage stamps in the house. I'm going to take them out and put them in the mail box right after I finish this post, because otherwise, I'm quite certain that they will sit on my desk for another week.

I really need to go clothes shopping. And grocery shopping.

By some miracle of circumstance, the laundry is, in fact, done.

I have the kernels of at least three reasonably interesting and entertaining journal posts percolating at the back of my head, but in all likelihood, they will not get written.

I'm pretty much managing to keep things together at work, but it's obviously using up the entirety of my supply of coherence, because I don't seem to have any to spare.

Clearly, my time management/organizational skills need a tune up. Saturday, I embark on a major decluttering operation.

I've also started getting up earlier in the morning so that I can excercise before work. It's good for me, and will hopefully help me work off some of the stress I've been feeling lately.

I think I'll put a little sticker on my forehead, reading, "Please pardon our dust. Renovations in progress."

Okay, the lyric, "They paved my hippocampus and put up a parking lot..." is running through my head.

I've dispatched Daniel to the mailbox with the two letters. You have no idea how much better this one little thing makes me feel.

I'm going to bed now, the better to get up early and torture myself on the elliptical machine.

Later!