Not too bad sounding like that.
"Crapload of junk on my desk."
Yeah, that sounds way worse.
My desk is Control Central. Birthday party invitations, school notes (even with school out!), bills, post-it notes from the very bowels of hell, a timer (no idea), tons of soda cans (blink), nail polish remover (I'm an at-home diva kinda chick), my arsenal of medications, folders, print-outs of things I think I'll need, jewelry (don't ask)...the occasional candle. Yeah, that pretty much covers the first layer on the desk. And don't even get me started on what's UNDER the desk.
In all fairness to myself, I do totally clear it off every week or so, usually in a mad quest for a missing bill or party invitation (which, btw, I gotta look for one today!) Am I the only one that lives with such creative clutter on the desk? Please say no.
Really, *please* say no.
On a brighter point: I'm getting my haircut today. Trying out yet another new cut, so I need to do it this far out from Nationals so that if it looks like vomit, I can grow it out in time and do something else (hair grows super fast!)
On writing news: I somehow managed to end up with TWO copies of THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE. Let me know if you're in the market for one.