Too much...

I'm in the midst of packing my apartment and there's just way too much stuff. Im over it. I look around and wonder how in the hell did I manage to accumulate all this crap and why in the world did I keep a copy of House and Beautiful circa 1998? I've always been a bit of a magazine whore and I've kept copy upon copy of magazines that I think I'll use as a reference down the road. I had a stack of one particular magazine that reached to my shoulders...I kid you not. I tossed them all last week. If I had a cat, I would start resembling those hermits who live closed off to the world and have meals delivered by Meals on Wheels. I'm not missing work but I am missing the daily interactions I had with people and missing friends. B is still in Vienna on business and is going to London tomorrow. At least I think that's what I remember, I can't keep track of his schedule. I think once I'm on Dusseldorf, I'll have to make friends with his assistant, but she's a bit of a bulldog in not releasing information - excuse me, but does she not know who I am? Once I called her Eva Braun to B and he didnt think that was funny...I did...but hell I never said I was nice...sorry everyone with the stream of consciousness entry. I'll try to be more focused next time. I'm trying to get into a rythmn.