February almost turned me into a basket case, friends.
Well, more of one than I already am anyway.
I've been jumping all over the place (two cities in Canada, two cities in the Philippines, and two cities in the United Arab Emirates - oh, the unintentional symmetry and the weirdness of going from -20 to 30-ish °C in one swoop [-4 to 95 °F for my American friends]), my four-year-old laptop decided to die in the middle of traveling, my nine-year-old car also had to go for some repairs, and some work things exploded in my face, among other things.
I was lying in bed the other night, with all this running through my mind. I couldn't seem to sleep, not really worrying but my focus spread out in different directions and thoughts. Scatterbrained, I believe it's called.
So I did what any (in?)sane person would do when faced with insomnia at 1:30 am on a weeknight.
I got up and took everything out of my closet.
Uh-huh, perfectly logical thing to do.
Everything looks logical when you're desperate for sleep, right?
Insomnia aside, there was a method to my madness.