Dealing with entropy and minutia are big time sucks. It’s like I’m in a constant battle to prevent chaos from taking over. Opening mail, reading email, sorting through clutter, and cleaning up messes is making me a boring girl. I do not want my epitaph to say “HAD A TIDY HOUSE” and it seems that there is no danger of that anyway because I don’t have enough time. It’s a vicious circle!
I want to reclaim my time to do things like work on my kayak and go on kayak trips, convert my records to CDs, and fun things. I fantasize about how it would be if I didn’t have to work a full-time job and had more time. Time-porn. It’s sick, I tell ya!
