I have never kept an uncluttered desk. But this is kind of ridiculous. I am overwhelmed at the sight of it and rather then tackle it, frankly, I think it would be easier to move.
The problem is that my bedroom isn't much better. Or the pantry. Or the closets. Or the drawers. And I am sitting here trying to figure out just how in the name of all things good and pure I ever let it get like this.
Someone told me this kind of mess is a sign of depression, but I don't feel depressed. In fact, in spite of the echo you can hear when you shout into our bank account, I am feeling fairly calm and hopeful. Still, the sight of this disorderliness just screams: "ATTENTION MUST BE PAID!!!" And yet, I am of a mind to just close my eyes and think of something less chaotic.
It's like I am a hoarder in training.