ack. shaking out more of the old high school angst.

I spent approximately three hours hunched on the floor going through papers from high school and college.  The really depressing part of this is that the 'to keep' pile is approximately one quarter the size of the 'throw away' pile.  Which means I've been hauling around at least five pounds of rotten, mildewed dusty paper through the last seven moves for no reason whatsoever. 

The good news is that I found some pictures I drew that prove that at one time I may have had some actual artistic ability, however miniscule.  The bad news is that miniscule artistic ability apparently outstripped my writing ability.  I've always wanted to be a writer - a novelist, specifically - and I really have always sucked at it.  Not that a small fact like actually sucking will keep me from writing. :) 

Now I really must take a shower before I go to bed, even if that does mean I need to sleep with wet hair.  I can't put all this dust on the clean sheets, especially next to eor, who went to bed at 7:30 because his dust allergies got him down so badly that he took meds and then couldn't do anything besides sleep. :(  This scanning my old journals project is nasty on him. 

Soooo... am leaving balancing the checkbook and writing out rent and credit card checks for tomorrow morning.  Certainly can't get into the checkbook balancing thing at the moment, I'm dead.