Holy hell, I’M STILL WORKING ON THE CRAP IN MY MASTER BEDROOM. I’m so tired of that stuff. I’ve pretty much convinced myself that you all are going to quit reading because you are bored out of your skulls. Because, really Kandice? Still working on that stuff?
But, I’mthisclose to being done with it. So Yay!
This is the office box. As in the office box that used to be in my office downtown. From November 2012. Let’s let that sink in. Because, the shame. Of that box still existing after a year and a half.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long to identify the piles of paper that could be recycled:
A few items went to the trash. Most of the paper remaining is resource material I need to keep. Right now I’m thinking that I will simply scan it all and store it electronically. I say that, but I know with absolute certainty that I won’t do it. But it sounds good.
The Black’s Law Dictionary? It’s more sentimental than anything. I mean, it still has my maiden name written on the inside front cover. From when I was a fearless 21-year-old first year law student. I probably shouldn’t keep it. But for now I’m going to. At least it’s pretty. Of course, I don’t have a bookcase to put it on, but that’s a different issue altogether.
I mean, we all have stuff we keep for random sentimental reasons, right?