two-twenty

tabula non grata | joanna

It's been two hours of paying bills and throwing shit away and stuffing unopened envelopes that supposedly contain "important tax information" into a larger envelope. Two hours, and all I have to show for it is a dwindling bank account, a graver understanding of how paying my taxes will soon further deplete said bank account, and a still-chaotic desk.

Yes, those are dolls in the foreground, but I was not playing with them. I was gluing their shoes to their feet to prevent future messes. See? I'm organizing. And no, Ash's desk does not all of the sudden look like mine did.

If for some strange reason I had to communicate this process to Helen Keller, I would tightly grip a frying pan in her hand and guide her to repeatedly smash herself in the head.

Back to work.