That was my mantra yesterday as I did a final sweep through the old apartment to grab the remaining items, papers, knick knacks, etc. - the remaining items which filled 10 paper shopping bags. It's totally ridiculous. I cannot seem to throw anything away. It's starting to reach take-a-long-hard-look-at-yourself proportions.
On another note, if anyone has access to a kitten which I can borrow for an afternoon, I'd be willing to pay up to ten American dollars. The kitten will not be harmed; it will be exposed to a mild, non-chemical, psychadelic experience, which it will most likely enjoy. I don't anticipate any residual psychological trauma. Thanks!