No more excuses

So, I managed to get through all the papers and books and notes and whatnots that had accumulated in the past year. I unearthed mysteries, found a few bodies, papers I should have used for my income taxes, books I was sure I had read and discarded, and managed to make sure that I left a space for miss Lea to lounge (though I'm well aware that she'll either choose my arm, or wherever there are papers or a book).

See, you have to realize just how miraculous this is. Some parts of that table hadn't seen the light of day since June 4 of last year, when I came back home after 9 months away and emptied my New York boxes wherever I could find space. Including the floor.

You know what it means, right? I don't have a valid excuse for not cleaning. And not working. I have to say, losing the excuse for not working is the worse...