Hoo boy, has this been one sleepy day.

I brought it on myself. Last night, after getting back from hanging out and watching videos with Felicity, I did the same stupid thing I have done a thousand stupid times before and decided to play some video games before going to sleep.

Dumb idea. When I do that, I under up really overstimulated. So when I got tired of playing games and wanted to go to sleep, what do you know, I am too hyper to sleep and trying to sleep only makes it worse.

But I was quite tired and really wanted to sleep. There was just this wall of overstimulation to overcome first. I tried some exercise, and that helped some. I also tried out a new habit of man, mainly wandering around the apartment, and that also helped a little bit.

Eventually, though, I got so frustrated with my lack of ability to sleep and my having overstimulated myself right through the effects of the dose of quetiapine I had taken earlier that I decided to activate the nuclear option : taking a third quetiapine.

Normally, I only take two, and that gets the job done. But I was getting desperate and, I will admit, irrational. So only two hours after the previous dose, I took a third pill.

I know that this would likely result in me sleeping all day, so it’s not like I didn’t know the consequences. And what do you know, I slept all day today, and honestly, I could probably sleep all night too. When I am done writing this blog entry, I will be very tempted to just go back to bed, and I have gotten around twelve hours of sleep already.

So, mental note, do not do the Third Pill unless the situation is dire. I knew I had nothing in particular that I needed to get done today when I took the Third Pill, but still.

Past a certain point, this sleepiness shit gets really irritating. Especially when there are things you want to do, like for instance, write your damned blog entry and make a video for the day.

You know, just to take two completely random examples.

As is, I am worried about the day’s video. If I go to sleep when I am done here, I might sleep past midnight and hence miss my chance to do a video TODAY, and that would really bother me.

On the other hand, despite having a liter of Diet Coke in me, I feel downright incoherent as I write this to you nice people and I don’t know just how good a video I can make when I am having trouble keeping my eyes open.

So I have a tough choice to make when I am done here.

Yesterday was the big Final Day of the move, the last day of our legal tenancy in apartment 209 at 3851 Francis Road here in Richmond. So there was a fair bit of scrambling to try to get the last of our stuff out of there.

I have come to the conclusion that we are hoarders. Very mild ones, of course. Definitely a subclinical level of hoarding, But hoarders nevertheless, because we “rescue” things.

It’s a familiar scenario. You are walking past a dumpster or other garbage receptacle and you see that someone has thrown away something that is still “perfectly good”.

Now some people would walk on by and never give a thought to this grotesque waste of valuable resources. Others might click their tongues at what a tragic waste is occurring right before their eyes, but do nothing to stop it.

But we are the kind of people who take the damned thing home with us in order to “rescue” it from the dumpster and the landfill. It feels very virtuous while also letting you cluck your tongue at others’ wasteful ways, and also gives you that thrill of acquisition.

Still, it’s not hoarding yet. In order to be hoarding, you don’t just have to be acquiring,

You have to be retaining.

As we have moved, I have found enormous quantities of stuff that we will, honestly, never ever ever use and never needed in the first place. There is also stuff that you xan imagine maybe someday needing, but which realistically is actually just taking up space in your domicile and your brain.

And this stuff accumulates. You end up with enormous quantities of useless crap dragging you down. It would be one thing if we “rescued” immediately went to Value Village or the like. But it doesn’t, it just build up in all our cupboards and closets.

And it really bothers me, now that I have experienced it myself. I am not at all sentimental about material objects. With few exceptions, material possessions are strictly functional in my books. They either serve a function, or they can go. And I am very susceptible to feelings of being held back or encumebered by the superfluous and the trivial.

So I usually have no problem at all giving things the old heave-ho when they have become more of a liability than an asset. I value my freedom of action more than most material things. I would rather travel light through life than squat on a hoard of what is, after all is said and done, merely stuff.

So if I had my druthers, we would have disposed of more and moved a whole lot yes.

And by “disposed of”, I mean “recycle”, of course. I might not be sentimental about possessions, but I am very keen on efficiency and I agree that it is a crying shame when something still useful goes to the landfill.

I just don’t see why we have to be the ones who end up with all this stuff.

Well, we’re in an apartment half the size of the last one now, and so we just cannot afford to keep accumulating crap. We are going to have to be far, far pickier of what we add to our lives.

Myself, I don’t need more more than the things I use in my daily life.

Well, I am nodding off at the computer, so I suspect it’s time to lay down again.

I will talk to all you wonderful people again tomorrow.