This is incredibly boring.

I have a nasty habit. Guess what it is.

No, not that.

Or that.

That's disgusting.

Okay, I do do that, but not very often.

Given up? Good. My annoying little habit is scribbling random, disjointed notes on pieces of paper then forgetting about the pieces, shoving them away on some shelf or in a folder and then just grabbing a new sheet when I think of something else.

I tried solving the problem by getting a little notepad that I keep on my desk but sometimes I feel the need to write a big list or draw a diagram so I get a piece of A4 from the pads of it that seem to accumulate on my desk. These pieces just keep building up and up and I have no idea what's on the bulk of them. I don't want to throw them out because some of them have some useful stuff on them.

Today, I decided to sort them out. I picked up a bunch of them from my BS folder* and started paperclipping together bundles of webcomic stuff, comedy sketch stuff and general odds and ends. Tomorrow, I plan to sort through these bundles individually** and rearrange them, copying what needs to be copied and disposing of anything that's unnecessary.

This is a process that I call "filing". Other people's definition of filing varies but seems generally to involve putting my stuff in locked cabinets and then refusing to give me the keys.


That was a post about filing. This is what happens when I start off bored then something happens and I end up angry. That happens way too often for reasons that I suspect my future therapist will be interested in.

Oh, well.***




*So called because it has a large picture of Bart Simpson on the front.



**Not strictly true; tomorrow I plan to use several rolls of masking tape to secure some cables to various structures within the house, such as floors and walls, because my Mum is incapable of looking where she's walking.



***Made you look.