I'm in one of those stoned mental spaces where I'm being very stoned-hyper. Sativa-like maybe? I dunno. So, I've been doing an organizing trip - a stoned efficiency tangent - a put that shit in order ya goofy fuck kind of tangent. So I'm getting into it and making all my shit available so when I'm stoned and surveying my kingdom, I can say to myself, "hey - I think I know where that annotated Maxwell's Equations mindfuck thing probably is". And then get that wonderful rush when the motherfucker is actually there! ya - you know what I'm talking about! So why am I doing a thread about something as who-gives-a fuck boring as that??? Jesus! I don't know. I don't really know what I'm doing. lol But overlooking the fact that I pretty wasted today, I was intending to to say something like, "being efficient and having fun organizing is really a great way to spend a very good high - except". Well, the "except" I was gonna rant about is when ya start misplacing shit all over the the fucking house and driving yourself bonkers trying to find it for the next two hours. Maybe I embarked upon this trippy experiment with good intentions, but my subsequent wandering about retracing my steps had me hunting and hunting and hunting (etcetera) all my not-organized-yet shit, and getting pissed at myself for entering dumbass mode. haha! Muther fuck! That was what I was gonna say.