My kitchen is a train wreck, but my files are neurotically organized and my toothpaste cap is impeccable. I still have pen pals. I save voicemails to replay later when I miss someone. I'd drop everything to help a friend. I'm comfortable being the center of attention, but I also have a very withdrawn side. Vacuuming is way to vent frustration and stress, not clean in my book. Gadgets are fabulous --- I cannot understand why anyone would own a manual stapler yet my 52" flat screen television is not hooked up to cable. Wrapped gifts from me are generally too pretty to open . . . and I buy them three weeks before someone is supposed to get them and mail them three weeks after. Sometimes I sleep