Moving sucks.

I've been living in the same apartment for almost three years. And when I submitted my move-out notice, I thought it was a good idea. I wanted to move downtown, so I could be closer to everything, and avoid the horrific traffic that has cropped up on 2222 and 360.

Now I'm regretting it -- I mean, I have managed to accumulate a ton of crap. I mean, how did I accumulate so much junk? And now I'm stuck at home on a Saturday night trying to sort through everything so that I don't have a mad, stressful, pull-your-hair-out dash to get everything packed up. Ugh.

But look at some of the things I found in all this clutter:

• a course supplment for an economics class I took that was dated 1998. Now I must ask myself, why on earth did I need an 8-year old notebook? Did I think that one day I would be lounging around and then suddenly realize that I need to refresh my memory of supply and demand curves?
• The original sticker tag for a car I don't even own anymore (that I paid too much for too--hadn't quite learned the art of negotiating at 22)
• About 75 (and I am not exaggerating) plastic lids. You know, the kind that go to those disposable plastic containers that are meant to replace Tupperware (or non-disposable plastic lids). I honestly have no idea where those plastic containers went, but damned if I don't have all the lids that go to them!
• a telephone cord plugged into the wall and the other side isn't connected to anything
• plastic bottle caps - again, no idea where the plastic bottles went
• a bathmat from 5 years ago--that isn't even in the bathroom. I found it in a plastic bag in the closet.

and a pretty impressive coating of dust.

The sad part is that all this sorting and organizing is just making my apartment more messy. And as I am typing this, I look over to my right, and realize there is a spatula on the floor in the middle of my bedroom.

Help.