Last weekend we started packing up at the apartment. I started with my office and one integral part of said office is my desk and those pesky desk drawers.

I found so many weird things in my desk. First there was a Garfield staple remover, temporary tattoos from a work vendor we fired 5 years ago, and an entire drawer of empty notebooks. (I have a problem, I’m aware of this, but that probably won’t stop me from continuing to buy new notebooks.)

In addition, I also found a copy of the Constitution that I’ve had since college (25 years ago!) and an entire drawer of post it flags – obvious evidence that I was in grad school for three years. All in all, in one little,single, chest of five drawers, I found two giant bags of useful junk (plus all the stuff that didn’t fit in the bags – I’m looking at you notebooks.)