I've come to the realization that a good measure of the amount of entropy in my life at any given moment, is the disorderliness of my home directory hierarchy.
If I'm under little pressure and/or have all my ducks in a row, then everything in my filesystem has it's place. Ogg files neatly categorized, photographs date-stamped and labeled, papers organized alphabetically and by topic, etc.
But throw one runaway project into the mix, and suddenly things go awry. The desktop becomes a dumping ground for the refuse of shell scripts, multiple screen instances compete for terminal real-estate, and all manner of bizarre file extensions seem to come crawling out of the ethernet and wedge themselves into the filesystem like plaque accumulating when one neglects to floss.
That reminds me. Must floss...