It seems like I am getting smaller....as in my footprint on the world. Wherever I have normally been, it doesn't seem like I belong anymore. This isn't by choice, like at work. I wasn't fired. My new boss has this idea about clutter, and his idea of clutter makes a serious OCD case look like the common cold. I had to remove anything that was not business related, even the pictures of my kids, or the other small things they gave me to keep with me. Which, were the only thing that kept me motivated to keep working. Now I can't even look up and see them anymore. I am so tired. Not even sure why I should get out of bed tomorrow. I am sitting here looking at the box of stuff I brought home with me and its just depressing and thinking about going in tomorrow without at least a picture is practically putting me in a panic. They are my only touchstone, and I don't think I can do t without them.