I don’t know if my memory is still fucked up from the meningitis or if I’m just the least organized person on the earth, but I can’t find a goddamn thing and it’s really starting to get to me. I try so hard to be organized, to set up systems, to put things in intuitive places but it just doesn’t work. And to be quite honest, I can’t take any more looking for shit today. It is making me crazy.
I spent days dealing with our filing after I got the new computer armoire. I moved old files to my closet and filed current stuff in the file drawer. I DID NOT THROW ANYTHING OUT. So riddle me this, Batman. Where the fuck is our 2007 tax return**?
All I want is to be able to open any door, drawer or cabinet in my home and be able to see what is in it. The problem is, no matter how many times I try to get to this point, I never manage to do it. We get more stuff. I stop keeping up with things. Or, as seems to have happened now, little fucking fairies blow through with gale force winds and strew things all over the place.
I’m telling you, I’m ready to get rid of absolutely everything. As soon as I stop crying.
**The answer is: in the file drawer in a folder labeled, curiously enough, Taxes. Because it takes 15 times’ worth of looking to find a file. Not 13. Not 14. 15 or bust. I’m still getting rid of everything though.