And with it come days when I work 15 hours or more, of which I get detached, completely antisocial and weird. Usually I can't get out of it, until either my immune system can't handle it anymore or if a coincidence saves me. I could partially blame my upbringing, but mostly it's my irrational perfectionism and partly uncontrollable desire for creation, which will eventually kill me. The problem is all too good organization of time. Have you noticed that people who are poorly organized always have time? In addition to all the standing commitments I embarked on; after more than a year; to change all my communication tools. Can't do without those. It sounds easy, but not quite. I won't go into details, because it would bore most to death..