Inside tears

I cry a little bit each time I have to close a window without reading every single word in it. It breaks me up when I have to put Knowledge out of sight and out of mind. Even if it's to tone down the clutter a little bit, to clear off my plate so I can tackle the work on my list instead of forever flipping through three dozen web pages and another half dozen windows to find the it of information I'm looking for.

The Internet really needs to invent a "search local cache" feature. Web 2.0 is supposed to make this easier, not harder. The longer it takes for me to get things in working order, the worse I feel for even beginning to let people in to see the progress and everything New.

I am a very impatient person at times. But this desire to please is what makes me adorable, huh?

*deep breath* *close a few more tabs of css tutorials*

My stress, excitement, and caffeine are out of proportion to my ability to relax.

When I was in my "productivity" phase, during which I read so many productivity blogs that I was unable to be productive myself, I learned a rule about cleaning up and organizing, specifically in reference to putting a crafty room in order. For each item you have to put away, ask yourself, "How will I get to this?" not "Where can I put this?"

All in all, a good idea, even if it makes me want to have walls filled with small cubbies so everything is in sight when I look in the right direction.

It pains me to put webpages away (oh, you toys of the computer literate in this day and age), and it pains me at least as much to put away the magazines, the bundles of fabric, and the skeins upon skeins of yarn.

It also pains me to sort and put away the bills, but in a different way.