Putting the "Fun" in "Dysfunctional"!

It seems that I am so stressed out lately that I've decided to perform the least important tasks imaginable, and, goshdarnit, I am doing perform the hell out of them. !. Why? Because I need to feel like I'm in control of something and God knows anorexia is way, way out of the question.

First order of business: clean the shared TA office. Why? Whythehellnot? Have you seen that place? Filthy! I need to scrub every available inch. Er...scratch that—I got started yesterday, so my available inch-scrubbing has effectively been cut by half already. But I will need to restock some wipes in the near very future.

Second order of business: four boxes of leftover books from the BWC Conference? Sort through them to weed out the copies of AAA's 2002 Guide to Florida and the 70's bestseller Your Erroneous Zones (creepy!). Take the nasties down to lovely grandmother-ly lady at Friends of the Library (check), and start planning for an ERGO used book sale (check, check). And, yes, Andretta, we can have a sale to raise funds, it just has to be off-campus. (I put in a clarification question to the contact person for SAC.)

Cleaning, sorting. Sorting, cleaning. I'll feel like myself again in no time. (And thank you to those of you who've expressed your love—I'll be fine.)