Naps are a wonderful thing. I'm a night person, for the most part, and for some reason last night I was motivated to clean my desk. So I did – and didn't stop until 4:30 in the morning. Not that I'm done with the desk mind you. But I got a damn fine start on it. I managed to get up this morning by 10, which was quite a feat for me lately. But I crashed big time around 2. So here I am again, fresh from a wonderful nap, and I'm diving back in to my desk-box nightmare. Maybe…

Gawd, what is it with teenagers and bad poetry? I'm desperately trying to clean out my “desk”, which includes boxes of CRAP scattered throughout the house. So now I just ran across a folder from high school, that most likely came from my mom's stuff when she died. Oh yeah, I've still got a bunch of that crap to go through too. Is there any cure for being a packrat? The last time I saw you You looked so proud Standing there, in your cap and gown. Surrounded by family and friends, You smiled at me, Then moved on. I…