You know you have too many projects when...

[TOK]

You start to completely forget where you're at on them.

I had Monday off and it was a rare (for January here) day in the 50's. Started looking at the long dormant Neo Geo Gold project so I could see what I needed to get it going. It was gutted of hardware when I got it, but I was going to do a MAME setup just running Neo Geo stuff.

Sat here and figured out the button colors, sticks and encoder I wanted to get. I decided to make one last check to make sure I didn't forget anything. Checked in a box tucked inside the cab, and guess what I found?

Buttons in the right colors, the two Happ Comp sticks I wanted to use and an IPAC!  

[drventure]

Jeez, I have one project going and that's happened to me 

[romshark]

Could be worse. You could've placed the order first.

[Brutal E]

I have done that with RC heli projects come back to a project look to see what I need to finish it run off to the shop and buy the stuff. Couple weeks later I open a storage bin and yep parts for the project. Oh well spares are handy in that hobby.

[angryred]

The other day I decided to rearrange the living room, mainly to add more movie shelves and... move the entertainment center. The entertainment center is connected to the whole house in a variety of ways, and there were many cables that had to be re-run (it took four days before I had the living room properly arranged).

As I moved things around, I would stumble on minor projects that I had long meant to do; for example, last night I whittled a replacement oar for a driftwood boat sculpture my Irish relatives gave me long ago. That missing oar had been bugging me for years, plus it gave me a reason to sit down while still, technically, 'working on the living room'.

Anyway, I start the first day of this project full of coffee, as usual, and since I still had the last dregs of a sinus infection, I popped a couple Advil Cold & Sinus. No breakfast; I launched into activity fueled only by caffeine and pseudoephedrine. And man, I'm getting things done; my head is clear, I'm moving stuff around, I'm diverting off to little projects I've always meant to do, finishing them, finding another one. I'm finding other projects I didn't even know I wanted to do.

It was only when I entered the kitchen, saw a bare paper towel tube sitting on the counter and thought to myself "I wonder what I could make out of that" that I said...

"...Holy crap. I'm on meth."