Accretion

When I had my (beautiful, amazing, perfect) bookshelves installed I vowed that I would cleanse my entire apartment of impurities. The means excavating all the archaeological sites where, for years beyond counting, masses of folders, envelopes and indistinct paper goods have accrued like the mucus of my soul. Barnacles of receipts and prescriptions that were never filled. Dismantling the power structures of chaos.

That's what I'm working on this semester break, and it's depressing as fuck. ( Read more... )

Reading my old medical papers is sort of fascinating. I need to figure out how to organize these in an accessible way.