I don’t want to do the 5 minutes on the stupid drawer. It’ll be there tomorrow. I don’t want to write a post. I’m tired. I hurt everywhere. Five hours on my feet and five hours in my car today makes me long desperately for my bed especially since I have to do it again tomorrow. I don’t want to do anything at all, least of all organize a stupid-ass drawer and then try to write something clever about it. To hell with today. I can try again tomorrow.
I can try right now….
Sheer determination for five whole minutes, which was was harder than it sounds but easier than expected, and I have an empty drawer. Can’t say there were no swear words involved.
Now my day is done.