I swear all I can do is be in the middle of it and look around and wonder what the FUCK I am supposed to do. Everything and everywhere and Andy Warhol had six hundred and twelve boxes shipped to New Jersey but I am no Andy Warhol and I have no Jersey. I'll pick a corner and hesitantly dig right in and two seconds later ohnono that is the wrong place to start. But there is no map of convienience falling into my lap for this. The desire is there to pack it all up and toss it all up but that would be way too easy wouldn't it.