Every Friday since probably July, Katr looks wistfully around the office, assiduously avoids eyeing my own very cluttered desk, and says:
"Maybe we'll do some filing this weekend."
And I nod and say:
"Maybe."
What I don't add is "And maybe elves will do it because I will be knitting, mainlining Chicago Style popcorn and watching Gilmore Girls."
But today I woke up and realized that I had reached my desk clutter limit. EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKED UP right now and the last thing one needs is to feel furious about clutter. There are SO MANY OTHER THINGS to feel fucking furious about AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (quiet weeping and refusing to link to anything).
Anyway, so I decided that nothing would make me feel like more of an in-control rock star than cleaning up my desk on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Here is the before. Look at this shit. Where even IS my desk? And what the fuck is the point of having art on the window sill if I can't fucking see it???
And here is the after! Ahhhhh. So much better.
I'm pretty jazzed about this because, as you may have noticed on your calendar, it is drawing near to VILLAGE TIME chez Roro and Katr OMG SO EXCITED FOR MY VILLAGE THIS YEAR YOU GUYS!!! I hear the mayor is a big fat lesbian. And I have a suspicion that the tiny village of Wintersea may be expanding...
