Happy V-Day

I find that I have to categorize, box, label things.
It manifests in my physical/daily life in the way that I have to have a Knitting Bag. I have to have separate baskets for each of my crafts (jewelry, clay, wood, leather, etc.). And recently, I had a Sunday Gaming Bag that had my Sunday gaming stuff in it, separate from my Tuesday gaming stuff (I did use the same dice and pencil, though, and on Tuesdays and Sundays, had to make sure the dice and pencil were in the right spot). I had a binder for Sunday gaming and a clipboard for Tuesday gaming. I had a separate clipboard for Writing Group on Thursdays. My purses are always large and complicated, with lots of pockets for holding specific things--the velcro pocket in the back for a book or notebook, the zippered pocket in the front for my tissues (I'm allergic to dust and certain animal fur, which means I'm sniffling constantly), the top velcro'd pouch for my coin bag, the bottom velcro'd pouch for my chapstick, nail clippers, lighter, etc. There was a pocket for bus schedules, not to be confused with the pocket for receipts which was right behind the spot I used for my checkbook and the little notebook I use to keep track of what I spend.

And I hate packing because I have to jumble things together in one big box. I have to take certain things (wallet, lotion, etc.) out of my purse and put my purse in a suitcase, because the train only allows a certain number of baggage, which means I need my backpack, not my purse. (My purse won't hold the number of books I want to take with me, nor will it hold my knitting--because I don't have a Knitting Bag yet.)

Anyway. My sister hasn't gotten back to me about anything yet. So I still don't know anything really.

Also, happy V(agina)-Day.