I don’t know how far I’ll get with it, but I know it’s lit a fire somewhere inside that I need to address. I think of my collection of CD and MiniDisc players, the various items of stereo gear in boxes in closets—not to mention clothing I haven’t worn in years, and I realize that I’ve got to start purging. I think of the embarrassment of knick-knacks on the top of shelves that I clean myself because I don’t want our monthly housekeeping service to have to deal with it. My desk drawers are a disaster, along with various other drawers scattered throughout the house, full of shit that hasn’t been touched in forever—not to mention the plastic storage tubs in closets that are full of things that if they were just thrown out nothing inside would be missed.
If You Tend To Procrastinate Like I Do…
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