I have the biggest baddest desk that state surplus had to offer. It’s some kind of cold war era relic devised to block nuclear explosions while providing the maximum amount of work space. It has a surface area roughly equivalent to that of great plains. I should be losing things on this desk because I can’t see them over the horizon… and yet… I still can’t ever find a workspace larger than a postage stamp.

Once a year I just tip the beast over, rake everything into a pile and light the whole mess on fire. It’s getting to be about that time of year. If I don’t clear it out soon I’ll probably get buried in an avalanche of dishes, paperwork, and miscellaneous electronics.

There should be enough old food in there to keep me alive, just dig along the mouse cord until you find my hand.

Comic - Cleaning Day

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