I was cleaning up my apartment the other day, and finally got around to putting my new books in the bookshelf. Right now, my bookshelf is organized in a careful manner, where books belong exactly where ever they fit. “I should put these in order,” I said to myself (I say a lot of things, aloud, to myself when I’m home alone).

It’s a good thing I didn’t bother. This morning, as I was walking around my apartment, I said to myself (again, probably louder than I should have), “I should start boxing those up so I don’t have to pack everything all at once like last time” (oh, by the way, I’m moving again in a couple weeks).

I always seem to find time to organize right before I throw everything in random boxes.