If you've ever considered simplifying your life, let me tell you it is very complicated, difficult and full of all kinds of unnecessary extra things. So I have some advice. If you're wealthy, before you give all your money away to live the simple life, hire someone to do the simplification for you. Then take a giant pill and go to sleep for a month. When you wake all your worldly goods will have been "taken care of" and you will be rested and refreshed, ready to start your new life. Or if you're the violent type or the adventurous ballsy type, hire the military to do a surgical strike on your house with one of those new imploding succubus bombs. Now we're talking. Poof I'm simplified.

I didn't take that route. Instead I am still trying to figure out what to do with all my stuff and it never ends. Every time I turn around (and I turn around a lot) there's another ten foot tall pile of boxes. I know! Well, no I don't really know. AH! There's another one! -- saying in this really loud monster voice " GINGERRRRR ITS ME!!! I am miscellaneous box 287" You must DEAL WITH MEEEEEEE". OK so now I'm hiding in the bathroom on the toilet with my laptop writing this for no particular reason except that its something different than dealing with the misc box monster. Bekah knocks on the door – "Uhhh, what are you doing?!" I say " going to the bathroom!" She says "but I hear typing!" "That's just the tick tick tick of my heart…."

Anyway I gotta go. This is not well thought out nor well written. So I will say too ta loo for now. I hope I don't pack myself by mistake.