And, boy, let me tell you, if you ever really need to get motivated you should go hang out with your mother for a week during which you can’t go outside, can’t eat, can’t use the internet for anything other than checking email (without much replying), can’t work, and don’t have any money. Within 24 hours of your escape you’ll have taken two walks, cooked breakfast, blogged, caught up on email, set up interviews for two new jobs, and balanced your check book. Sure, all of this motivation could be connected to the fact that my other option is to sit downstairs with a roommate who is coughing her lungs out just to see if my newly reimagined throat can resist the evil lure of virii and bacteria, but that doesn’t mean i’m not enjoying the concept of being organized for the first time ever in my adult life.