No no. My mind and my desk are just a direct reflection of each other. If you think this is bad, you should see my apartment. It’s horrible, and my mom is coming tomorrow and her AND my dad will see it! I’m going to be in trouble when I get home, but thankfully there will be organic hamburger corn chowder and Jeremiah’s Italian Ice (much thanks to my lovely sidekick, Marissa) to look forward to.

I feel like I’m in college again, working feverishly on a paper. I forgot that my writing time was always after dinner. I can’t concentrate and get to work during the day. I can, but it’s easier for me at night. If you can catch me writing between 6-9 p.m. I might crank out something good. Researchwise, anyway. Marketingwise, we’ll see what the boss has to say tomorrow when I get back from said conference.

So my mind is cluttered. Here is what it’s cluttered with:

• finding a moving company
• homeowner’s insurance
• brochures
• cleaning my apartment
• feeling bad for Tater because she’s home alone
• knowing I shouldn’t be drinking this Pepsi, but also knowing that I won’t make it through the night if I don’t
• packing up all my stuff….for the LAST TIME (I really can’t leave this place til I get married, because I’m buying it, yo!)
• a tiny amount of excitment about moving
• trying to figure out how to play soccer
• money
• finding food
• my sister’s birthday
• wondering if I’ll get to actually TALK to Pete when one of us isn’t at work
• my dad seeing my place, and me getting…in trouble
• baby boostrom (coming soon!)
• trying not to get too stressed so I don’t adrenal fatigue relapse. Because that would be a terrible thing.
  

I think that’s it for now. At any moment you might catch me thinking about one of these things. But for now I need to back to this wonderful reading brochure. Because hopefully now that I’ve written down all the clutter, it will leave me for awhile!