AAAARGH!

[rmd]

the bit flipped.

if i'm just a big state machine, there's a bit flip that changes between "wow, my house is kind of messy. i should do something about that." and "HOLY FUCK MY HOUSE IS A GIANT PIT! I MUST DEAL RIGHT THE FUCK NOW."

yeah, that bit.

*sigh*

i'm a slob.

i'm generally very good on things about organics in the house -- things usually move between the sink and the dishwasher reasonably frequently, there's no rotting food lurking about or anything (modulo the grain moth problem over the summer, but i dealt pretty harshly once i noticed it) -- but when it comes to inanimate non-food things, i'm a slob.

and i have to admit i've gotten better than i used to be, and i think that bitflip i describe above happens sooner than it used to, but yeah... it's shifted from midly cluttered to "must deal now"

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[sylvanstrom.livejournal.com]

I have been struck with the autumn cruft purge urge as well; the loads of stuff we got rid of before the move back to New England just wasn't sufficient, since we have much less storage space here.

If you ever want a very convincing incentive to get rid of stuff, I suggest My Brother's Keeper (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/083760429X/qid=1128874438/sr=1-7/ref=sr_1_7/103-5023938-2283809?v=glance&s=books), by Marcia Davenport. I reread it recently, and it's just as riveting as it was the first time. The first Amazon review describes the plot pretty well, but doesn't emphasize the material aspects enough - that they basically ended up burying themselves in their house, with all their possessions, long before they died.