The more I thought about it, the more interesting the idea became. I really started wondering about the motivation for these fits of mine. Is it cabin fever? Maybe some kind of subconscious desire for a new perspective for the new year? What exactly is it about January that makes me break out in OCD?

I went to ze blog archives, looking for corroboration of the January theory. Turns out I was wrong. It was technically December when I dorkified the archives, in a big way. The infamous Little Box Episode was also in (late) December, while the Mosaic Debacle was in mid-February. The entry about the
Great Dish and Curtain Extravaganza appeared in early January, but it was all stuff I'd done the previous week.

In a way, I suppose it's comforting that my neuroses don't surge out of control with clocklike regularity. At least I won't have to always dread the next incident. ("OK, it's January again. That means that any day now, I'm going to start doing something really stupid...") Instead, my compulsions can run amok at any time! Hooray!
***
I mention this because I'm just coming down off of the GrandDaddy of All Organizational Fits. Dude. I alphabetized my library. If you've been watching my LibraryThing over the past week, you may have noticed that I now list more than 500 books. About 20 of those are new aquisitions, the rest turned up in the process of organizing. I found little emergency caches of books in some of the damnedest places.

It took forever, but it's finally done, and it is awesome. I can find any book I own now, within minutes. No more "Hmm. It's a red book, I think... Where did I see it last?"

previous--next