I've begun slowly cleaning up my room again. I've got a few more things to move downstairs, then comes the 15-month-long mail backlog, some of which is probably way too outdated and some of which is probably not even worth bothering to look at. Two nearby events are keeping me going at the moment: a new album release, and possibly seeing Sleep next week. The agitating thing is that the latter isn't even a guarantee, since it depends on work scheduling shit. It kinda snuck up on me, and I'm scheduled during the show that night. It's part of why I don't want to take full time: I'd have absolutely no time to do anything, anymore. Everything would happen when I was at work, unless I had a crazy stroke of luck for an event to fall on a weekend. (Unless they wanted to give me morning shifts as requested... but then I'd be too tired to enjoy anything. Working with hundreds of people every day is fucking exhausting.) It seems like there's going to be "on" and "off" weekends. It's funny, I start looking into weekend events again and this happens. Wonder why I bother. It just seems like that frustration's leaking into everything nowadays. Slow progress, I guess...