My Desk is a Mess

Dear Diary,

On this dreary Tuesday morning I must confess that my desk is such a mess! Just look at it all, books piled on top of books piled on top of papers.

I don't even know what most of this stuff is and I'm not really sure what to do with it all. I don't remember what I ever needed most of these books for, and I'm not sure why I'm keeping the papers. Laziness perhaps?

I don't know where I get it from (certainly not my mother). I just can't seem to motivate myself to clean very often.

My apartment isn't much better — empty boxes, old receipts, unused chopsticks — all can be found somewhere in my apartment.

Chinese New Year is only two months away, however, so maybe I’ll clean it all then.

…But I wouldn’t hold my breath on it.

I remain respectfully yours,
Stephen