I have a lot of stuff.
Oh yes, a lot of stuff.
And today is De-Clutter Day. I recently reviewed Romaine Lowery's book The Clutter Clinic for heat. While Lowery's nagging style irritated me somewhat, I could see that this infuriatingly organised woman had a point. My workspace has reached clutter overload, and it's time to do something about it. Today.
Mind you, I'm aware that the longer I sit here, telling you (and only you, because I trust you - psst, don't tell anyone, but you're my favourite) about how I'm going to launch a major de-clutter operation, the more I'm putting it off.
So. Did I ever tell you about the time when... Ah, fuck it. No more delays. Clear workspace, clear mind. I'm going in.
UPDATE AT 15:32
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHH! Stupid fucking flat!
Thanks. That feels vaguely better.