every weekend for the last several months at least, i have put on my list of things to do: clear desk. and every weekend i manage to not only not clear my desk, but scarcely get anything else done in my avoidance. i have this dream of what i want my desk to look like and what it will take to make it productive, but i'm pretty sure that's just rainbows and unicorns; clearly my working processes is doomed to this kind of constant disorder. and i fall into that trap of: well, if i only just had another bookcase. or: what i really need is one of those desk organizer things with the slots.
i hereby crown myself queen of the procrastinators. even writing this post is mostly just a way of avoiding facing the tasks before me. so many tasks. so little time.
if i can get this blog in some sort of decent shape today, that would be a victory. and, i don't know, maybe actually do some writing? if i were enid blyton, i would have finished ten books since the beginning of the year. looks like i have some catching up to do.