Fight Club

          I used most of the afternoon cleaning and trying to make sense of the growing hoarder's paradise that is my house. This is not to be a battle indiscriminately fought; I've written up a checklist of every room in the house, every area of the yard, each porch/deck, the carport, the shed, the garage, and each vehicle. So far I've more or less organized my own room, Ian's room (mainly through his own efforts), and our closet, just so no one can complain that I'm misdirecting my attention. In the evening, I hung out with Sam and Brian at Burger King and then the mall to obtain presents. Sam and I still fight over little things, just as we always have, and the night was an exercise in self-restraint in a variety of ways.