It’s quarter to one in the morning; almost an hour into Friday 17th.
Told you I’ve got this thing with date and time.

I think the title would explain itself.

My extra-large desk will never ever be clear of things – lesson one.
I need to stop collecting things – lesson two.

I have irrelevant things that I thought held sentimental values – discovery one.
I found my much-missed black Ibanez Paul Gilbert pick – discovery two.
I have too many pens; they’re all half-used – discovery three.

Anyway.
In my attempt to keep myself sane and put myself in some sort of place [refer to previous entry of feeling misplaced - very badly put since I felt... misplaced], I finally dissected this body called my ’study’ desk – or just desk, if you will.
After all, I don’t study.

I’m not going to bore you with an inventory of my desk items.
All I can say is that I felt short then tall in front of Mac after cleaning up the mess.

Three hours just to get my desk and the items on the desk organised [or put them away to different boxes, shelves or to the respective "recycling" bag or "general waste" bag; I'm that anal] – I need a dummy’s course in cleaning up.

My next mission’s probably to clean up the hundreds of scrolls of paper and the different little mountains on the floor all around the bedroom. How fun.

Tonight I found new shadows within this room…