meh..

I had something resembling a melt down on Sunday… Melt down for me means I get a 1000 yard stare, I start compulsively cleaning things and objects randomly fly off of shelves. (Yeah as in by themselves… it’s creepy in a ghostbusters sort of way… Ask my partners – if I get really distressed – something will inevitably fly off a shelf.. or in some cases – the whole damn shelf will fly off the wall).

So when one of the nice crystal glasses my old photo boss just gave us for Christmas liberated itself off the shelf, out of the cabinet and shattered everywhere yesterday morning, Kevin came to the rescue with dustpan and his signature, “I care therefore I antagonize” challenge of: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Obviously if I mentioned I’m seeking “Control and Simplification” for 2006 – it must mean I’m feeling a little over-taxed.

But I don’t think over-taxed is the right description… Nor do I think “over-committed” is right either.

Work is busy… but.. hell.. work will, (or at least always should be), “busy”… That’s called job security… The good thing about “j.o.b.s” is that unless you’re grossly over compensated – there’s no motivation to surrender your personal life to crank out 70 hours a week to chip away at an endless list of tasks and goals.

so what’s freakin me out?

I’m fine with the concept of the “infinite pile of crap” metaphor… but I want to be on TOP of that pile… not scurrying up the side…

I could laundry list everything that’s biting at the ankles of my conscious – but that’s what I’m trying to use the full capacities of Apple’s iCal software for.

I’m also iSyncing my phone to my computer… so at any given time during the day my phone will chirp and say things like:

“Go get new tires for the Jetta…. Go to Costco…. A coupon for $60 off is in your wallet”.

I’m not kidding… I need to write stuff like that down otherwise I’ll forget….

well is it “forget?” – or more like something else pushes that little memory byte out of my head and replaces it with something else…. maybe I need a RAM upgrade… maybe.

*beep beep*

*looks at phone*

cell phone screen reads: “develop new gimmick for ending blog entries”.