in actuality, i don't like to fold clothes

This is proved by the mass amounts of clothes currently residing on my floor. They like to be there...why should I bother them? Baruch likes them there too...she sleeps on them when she gets tired of me. That last fact makes me a bit nervous, actually. These clothes were clean when thrown on the floor, but my aging poodle tends to have accidents when sleeping...just sometimes, but sometimes is enough to make your entire wardrobe smell pretty awful.

I can't find a lot of my stuff. My camera, my bracelets, even a sports bra. All lost. I don't define myself by my possessions [the definition would come up stupidly short], but losing things I generally use on a regular basis is just making me feel a bit lost as a whole.

I need to start this finding process by cleaning up my room; I know that. It's just that every ounce of my body is screaming "NOOOOO". I'll practice, exercise, even mop the floors before I give into putting away that mess.

David Cerone, President gave our Freshman class a speech. [paraphrased, of course] "Plan your day. If you don't want to do something you planned, don't find something else to do. Make yourself sit and do nothing. See how long you're able to waste your time...before you know it, you'll be making yourself do what you had planned, instead of procratinating."

An interesting theory, but never exercised on my part. I think that's a bit extreme, even psychotic. Things come up...more important things than what you may have planned. And really...isn't what you feel like doing kind of important as well? If you're constantly forcing yourself to do things you don't want to do, you're not going to be very happy. My loophole would be to stop even planning on doing things I didn't want to be doing...