That’s right, folks. It’s junk drawer time. You have one. I know you do. There are screwdrivers and take-out menus and pencils and hair elastics and ketchup packets and god knows what else.
Dump it, sort it, toss it, clean it, and organize it.
Do it. Doooo it.
fine. doing it. shutup.
I’m still unpacking, I don’t have one yet! Instead I’m unfucking a box of random things. It’s the same thing, sort of.
note to self for after work/tomorrow since I have the day off.