As the days outside grow colder, grayer and shorter, I grow more restless. A restless man needs his pacing space, and mine has been shrinking exponentionally. It’s like I’m a beast stuck in a cage two sizes too small.

I’m seriously thinking about how I can rearrange my apartment, not to mention ripping apart my closets and tossing all manner of useless crap. I’m even contemplating ridding myself of some of my more useless pieces of furniture.

This is all just a stop-gap measure, of course. I’ve been comtemplating a move from my tiny little apartment for quite some time, but that has been pushed off to some future date (yet again).  Still, all this planned rearranging could help me save some future grief when that move finally does happen if I do it in a semi-smart manner.

Yes, I really have so many interesting things to write about….