the dirty dishes.
the dirty kitchen.
the cd rack i bought that i must now try to figure out how to suspend in mid-air under my loft like everything else i own.
the wacom tablet that arrived wednesday.
the boxes my other toys came in that i don't want to throw away till i'm certain that my toys will all function properly but which are impinging what little space i have behind my chair.
the question of where my insurance money is.
the question of why the graduate degrees office has not yet advanced me to candidacy when i turned in the paperwork a month ago.
and the question of why idiots turn on their car alarms on busy commercial streets in broad daylight.