Just trying to change everything and update it, jobwise...otherwise, going through boatloads of my old forms, scanning them and then shredding them...my room looks like a haunted motel room full of exploded luggage and dust bunnies.  I feel for my cat....she truly is more organized than I.  Only my music is keeping me from crying, just now...I need a full, uninterrupted week to just organize my areas, or set them alight and replace them all w/stainless steel and a ton of bleach...well, that dream will never happen...I just hate where I am, right now...feel like the more I carefully try to get ahead, the more the ole' quicksand sucks at me...is it still sane to be patient after 2.5 years and living like this?