emanix | We interrupt this journal for an ARRRGH

So I'm all on my own in the house, let myself get tired and hungry which is never a great way to deal with things, but I'm having a hell of a time with the sorting and packing of my stuff, especially with trying to cut it down to a reasonable size.

The old 'if you've not used it in x months' really doesn't work in this case. I'd only just got myself to the point of having unpacked everything that I got back from my psycho ex, and barely starting to sort through it, when the landlords told us they wanted us out. Amid the househunting and being away, and spending a week being ill, I've hardly even been seen my own house since then. Okay, so I did spend an extra two days prevaricating after I had the option, but I so knew it was going to be like this.

Plus there's an awful lot of stuff that I *know* I haven't done in the past year, or even two, like going out dressed up, or taking an exercise class... or anything fun, really, and I don't want to get rid of that all that kit just when I might get chance to start using it again. Blimey I've had a depressing couple of years. Props to me for getting to the end of that tunnel, I say!

How to distinguish between 'I really don't need this' and 'I've learned to live without it' is all the harder since one of the things I seem to have learned to do without is my painting kit... y'know, my career? Do I even remember how to use it?

I really haven't this much energy right now. So tempted just to burn all of it and start again from scratch, but I have no idea how I'd even start finding replacements for some of this stuff.

Arrrgh!