And now I have finally, finally done some laundry and cleaned the cat boxes and deadheaded the pansies and taken out the garbage and emptied the dishwasher and persuaded Toeffe to sleep in a box rather than between my arms on the desk. Now I can finally catch up on my reading, and maybe even post some mp3s.
I am definitely a stage-setter. I can be entirely too precious about, say, not being able to concentrate on writing unless my desk is perfectly clean. (This does not mean my desk is usually clean; it just means I usually can't concentrate.) There's a little cartoon that goes with one of those enneagram quiz things that people post on their journals sometimes... I bet I could find it... aha!
I'm not saying I find enneagrams particularly compelling -- I do shop at X-Mart -- but the first panel made me laugh.