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Nine bags of clothes, and counting. I am such a pack rat. And, now I’ve run out of clothes hangers, with baskets full still to hang up. Not to mention the rest of JamesT’s stuff. Some things are just going to have to stay folded, but it’s a good start. EVERY item is being critiqued and inspected and if I haven’t worn it in the last year… chuck it. I have too much crap. Again.. i am such a girl.

So, how, you may wonder, am I able to still be going through clothes at nearly lunchtime on Tuesday? Well, dear ones, I am a slacker. I have a shitload of work which I brought home to do, and which I will sit down to do here shortly, but for my mental health, I took another work at home day. The house is still empty of roomies, and well, getting through this closet fiasco is making me feel better.

I’ve been such a sloth lately, letting work get me so stressed out that I just shut down at the end of the day. This is my little way of fighting back, by taking my personal life and putting it first today. I’ll work later on. The work always gets done, but today it’s at my pace.

Anyway.. about to make some lunch. *sigh* Just wanted to report that my mood is dramatically improved. I needed this de-stress me time. I love you, Maggie & JamesT, don’t get me wrong, but I have to say thanks for the break. Let me know when I can return the favor.