Silence means work

I'm in the middle of another work week so naturally I've little time to write.  I've spent a lot of time cleaning after work.  And organizing.  My desk is gorgeous!

There is absolutely no junk on it.  None.  

I've sorted, filed, and shredded like crazy but I still have a box full of randomness that still needs addressed.  I need a gigantic junk drawer.  I think most people have one near their kitchen that holds all of that randomness.  My stuff is usually all over my desk making me inefficient.  I need a junk drawer.  So I can close the drawer and ignore it all.  Yes, I realize that's not a great solution. 

I hate my desk.  I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it.  Way back in the computer tower days it seemed to have worked okay but now, very little about this desk is functional.  I need drawers!!  Someday when I have a house, I'll upgrade.  

In other news, Brent is home!  I made a scrumptious crock pot dinner, which he slept right through.  I enjoyed it anyway.  And I'm quite used to eating by myself.  Pathetic, I know.

I'm glad I only have one more day of work left this week.  I think I'm going to head to bed early to get some reading done.