The mess that is my desk

The other day I walked into my bedroom, took one look at my desk and thought, boy, this person’s insane. For one moment I was suspended outside my own reality and could see my workspace as an outsider. Boy, what a disater. Someday I want to have a real workspace with a paper weight and an electric pencil sharpener. God, that sounds so nice right now. I want a waste paper basket across the room from my desk that I can pitch crumpled up pieces of paper into. Wanna see what I’m dealing with? Ok, but I warned you. Click me to see the mess that is my desk.