Well, nothing makes me feel disorganized like moving. I've been moving for a few days, just station wagon loads, and I'm still only about halfway done. I'm really really really not looking forward to cleaning out the old place, either.
Too bad I'm not filthy rich, or I could just walk away from this pit of despair I used to live in and forfeit the deposit.
Still, my mental health is about a million times better now that I'm away from the domestic disturbers and their seven screeching hellchildren that passed for upstairs neighbors.