Is May too late to do a little spring cleaning? I just deleted the nine drafts that have been languishing in the shadowy, not-really-real world that is online. The seconds and minutes I spent on them, the thoughts and care and soul I put into them, is all gone. But was I ever going to finish and publish them? No, so they're gone.

I've been going through that quite a bit recently. I finally got my mediation notice through for my house, so moving out at some point in the near future is all of a sudden real, and I've got too much crap to take to a one-bedroom apartment. Sure, I could get a bigger place, but I don't really need it. I'm not married, don't have any pets, and want to discourage anyone who visits from actually staying with me. So at some point I'm downsizing, and not everything can go with me, so it needs to go. Too many clothes, books, kitchen stuff- although I'm not getting rid of the kitchen stuff until I absolutely have to. Paperwork in my office is being shredded, CD's are being ripped to my hard drive and gotten rid of.

Even things that take up no space. The aforementioned draft blogs. Email. But email's an ongoing problem, and the root of that problem is I need to stop subscribing to things, or signing petitions complaining about campaign financing and fox hunting. I want to still do these things, but every time there's a cause you believe in, you end up on another couple of email lists and begged time and again to put your name out there, help out etc. I'd do it more if I didn't have to give out my email address every time.

Physically, getting rid of my appendix last month was a good move. Didn't need the bloody thing, so out it went.

And then, to get absolutely metaphysical on you, getting rid of the baggage in my head. Sorry, I know it's been a while since my last blog, and to just dump that on you all of a sudden is a little bastardish, but that's proof there's things in my head I could do with losing.

So please sit back during this period of adjustment. My office will be slightly messier than usual (two tornadoes on a scale of messiness, where one tornado is my natural level of messy). I may not have full use of my bed every night, as things are removed from the closet and contemplated. My head might be doing some internal filing and take slightly longer for a snarky comment. And Itunes is going to be horrible to find anything for a while.

Don't worry, I'll soon not be back to my old self. Not that you'll probably be able to tell.