This weekend my brain has been panicking over packing for a trip, the brakes on my motorcycle, and the fact that the house is in such a state of disarray.

I have always had exceptional difficulty with the last part. No, it's not depression. I have always been a slob since I was growing up. I don't know how adults manage to put things back where they go and keep things neat and tidy all the time. It's always so overwhelming to me. My brain has felt like it is on fire the past few days.

It's like there are so many things that I want to or have to do that I end up flitting haphazardly between all of them and discovering new tasks along the way. So things never get done.

I love alone but sometimes I wonder that it might help if I lived with one other person lol.