I can hardly move tonight. I worked for several hours on the project I've got going for Bugster's birthday gift. The extra elbow grease resulted in a sprained wrist. but I completed one major aspect of the project, and I sort of thing it's worth it.
I hoping the wrist splint and pain meds are enough that I'll hardly notice the pain in the morning.
Unfortunately, typing hurts, so I'm already done.
How's that for brevity?
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.