I had to come home midday because I felt like crap. Of course the most important thing I’m watching over at work went to shit while I was gone, so that was a nice touch. I passed out from noon until about 4:30 and now I’m up late doing whatever the hell it is I’m doing.

I found a stack of papers and decided it was time to sort through the old bills I’d paid and started stacking up in my old office, much like my dad used to do. I found out that I’ve been doing that since 2000! I’d pay a bill and put it on the stack. Old utility bills, old medical bills, whatever. Now they’re in stacks all over my new office because I ran out of manila folders. Time for a trip to Officemax because this is the excitement that is my life.

I think this may be genetic, because here’s an old picture of my dad’s room with his piles of crap.

Here’s my new office that I’ve only been using for a month or so.

I’m well on my way to making it a mess.