Orgasm ... er ... Organizing

I met an attractive female friend after work for a few drinks. We've known of each other since high school, but didn't actually meet until years later. My girlfriend at the time was good friends with her and always made sure we never got to meet. Turns out, if we had met we might have dated. Ah well, there's no going back. These days we're just friends.

As I was driving home I got a call from TruGreen, my lawn service, telling me my account is in arrears and they are considering sending my account to a collection agency. I exploded on them. I am NOT behind in my payments. I have paid them TWICE and if they can't get their shit together and record my payments then maybe we don't need to do business together in the future. Well, they didn't like that. We'll talk more tomorrow, I guarantee. I am PISSED OFF.

When I got home, instead of watching TV liked I'd planned, somehow I've ended up organizing my crap. I've been straightening my DVDs and putting them into a sort of logical order. I've taken stacks of magazines off my desk and hauled them down the hallway to the den where I put them on a bookshelf. I've thrown a bunch of garbage away that I'd been keeping for reasons that even I don't understand. I've shuffled my books around into an order that really makes no sense to me, but I don't feel like reordering them just now. And after all that work, I'm now looking at a huge pile of shit on my bed, in my chair, and just as much crap piled on my desk as before, only now some of it is more organized than before. Where did all the new shit come from?? I swear, there seems to be more junk here now than when I started. WTF??