If I’ve learned anything over the last several months, it’s that clutter slows you me down.

I was listening to the radio and Guy came on; he wraps it up and sticks a bow on it:

Too much walkin’ll wear your shoes out
Too much juice’ll blow your fuse out
Too much time’ll fill your hands up
Too much speed’ll wire the band up
Too much chip’ll bruise your shoulder
Too much birthday’ll make you older
Too much map has always lost me
Too much fun has always cost me

Beyond the usual places I find clutter (my desk, my closet, my garage, my car), I’ve found another one – my Netflix queue.

If I watch three movies a week, and don’t add any more to the queue, it will still take well over two years to watch them all. Something has to go.

Too much just ain’t enough
Too much ain’t near enough
Breathin’s bout the only thing
I do too much of ain’t enough