Laughter Through Tears

I had this massive* pile of papers that has been plaguing me for years, just sitting on my shelf or all scattered all over my coffee table and couch. This week I decided to dedicate a morning to clearing the shit out of that pile, throwing away what I don't need and filing what I do in already-organized folders. Doing this would clear a space on my bottom shelf that is 1) exactly the size of a printer and 2) right next to the socket my computer is plugged into.

Now it's 1 PM and I am paper-pile-less at last. I feel free.**

In other apartment-related news the leak in my shower that was molding up my wall is sealed. Once the wall dries up and is repainted, and the dubious electrical wiring fixed, everything will be back to business as usual. Then I can proceed to figuring out why my cabinet still smells like computer-cleaning gunk even though I took out all the sprays and things and stored them elsewhere.

* Not that huge, the bigness is the size of the psychological threat it represents.
** Don't worry, I'm sure I'll have a new one in no time.