my entire world is turning slowly on its axis

I save things. Ok I save everything. Every reciept, every newspaper clipping, every card, every bill. Ok I have made my point. All this paper accumulates in piles everywhere. All over. In baskets, in folders, in little pretty plastic pouches with zippers. And I never do anything with it. Until today.

I have basically been freaking out because I am in the process of getting the house refinanced and needed to provide the mortgage broker with my W2 from last year. Not a difficult thing until in all the piles and envelopes and baskets and hiding places....start looking the same and I can't find my taxes. So. Pulled everything into the living room. Organized everything (and I mean almost everything) by year. Then importance. Then by shreddability. Then by seriously... I need to have this be shreddable. Then by importance to the survival of mankind. Then by I don't even think I have this vcr anymore so why do I need the manual-ibility. Four, count them four large garbage bags of shredded documents. And what is really obnoxious is I am considering making paper out of it, because I heard you can. If I don't do it by Saturday, the bags are going to the trash.

I also organized all the keepers by year and document type. All my records are in order. Chronologically for the year so far. I am so proud. I have a system now. Binders and dividers and color coded with labels and everything.

I have a little more organization and tossing to go, but I seriously think by this weekend I will be out from under the mountain of papers. Seriously one doesn't really need a reciept from a keg she bought for a boyfriend's 22nd birthday party (heh hum, which I never got paid back for... I am not bitter) (argh was that really 14 years ago? see what I am saying about holding on to stuff? That reciept went through five houses, two states and many other boyfriends)... really does she? (ok so really in all honesty, I kept the reciept, something like that you just can't throw away!).... . One doesn't need a operating manual (or three) for answering machines that no longer exist in my universe. And I surely don't need utility statements and cable bill stubs from an apartment 6 years ago honey. Shred city.

House sitting duty is officially over and I think we are all better off for it.

Lost a book today, can't remember where I put it. I think its on my desk at work, but I am feeling a sence of loss. Didn't start Augesten Burroughs book like I wanted, but found something else and now... can't find the book. Its annoying. I feel neglectful. Its weird because that has never happened before. Its probably on the desk at work.

Off to bed.