I spent several hours today taking care of little things around the house (and on my computer) that have been annoying me for days/weeks/months. I finally realized that I had reached a point where every couple of minutes I'd run into some old mess or some half-broken thing that needed attention, and that the stress of having all these things crying out for attention everywhere I turned was starting to get to me. My living environment doesn't look that different now, but it feels a lot better.