WHERE'S MY STUFF?

I find myself again pounding the keyboard after another night of sleeplessness, a night which found me sitting in front of this evil box which usurps much of my time and energy while providing me with an endless source of frustration, and allowing me the opportunity to expand my knowledge and control of a language which when I was young would have been rewarded with a mouthful of soap.

The problem I am facing right now with this box is related to my inherent inability to put my stuff away properly when I am done with it. I am known far and wide as "Mr. I can't find my Fucking Keys", and "Mr. Who's Seen My Wallet?" During my twelve year marriage, my poor wife spent countless hours looking for stuff I had misplaced (generally right in plain sight) after I insisted she must have moved whatever it was just to torment me.

But this problem, while related to misplaced items (in this case, computer files) I cannot blame anyone but myself. Of course, I suppose I could blame it on Big Brother... oops My Bad! I meant to say Microsoft. Yeah... I know... a bit of a reach there.... like Bill Gates would have any interest in my class homework....

So once again I find myself having to dig through my hard drives. Sorting, documents, files, images, and programs. What a mess! Looks like I will be here awhile. (This pic is not of my office, I swear!)