My writing is going nowhere. I need a good kick in the rear. I tried to write last night, and got so bored by my own work, I started cleaning my desk to escape the drugery on my monitor (which is still amazing, huge, and crisp drudgery).
I haven't really touched my desk (as far as cleaning) since 2005, and even back then, it had stuff... well, let's put it this way: I shredded a pile of credit card receipts that dated back to 2002. Not important ones, like jewelry and such, but a vast plethora of restaurant and small purchases. I chuckled at a few of the Rainforest Cafe.
It's kind of funny, a majority of the receipts obviously have a rapid shelf life as far as ink. The earlier in time they went, the more faded they got. I mean, I had receipts from 2004 that were barely legible in spots, and that's not long ago. I had a wad of paper from a computer purchase back in 2005 where the handwritten order on the back (pen ink) was untouched by time, but the credit card Zon slip stapled to it was almost a blank piece of paper. I wonder about some warrantees where you're supposed to keep the original receipt. If the warrantee is for 10 years, and by 5 you only have a blank piece of paper... isn't that convenient? I hope I never have to find out.
But now I have desk space again, some extra floor space, a bag of trash, and a full shredder basket. My den is not clean by a long shot, but 10% is 10% more than nothing.