After two days of sorting out all filed and archived old bills, contracts, subscriptions, receipts et cetera from 1988-1998 my mind was exhausted from all the shredding and the unintentional walks down the memory lane. Actually, the whole reminder of the past pissed me off. Not that I don't like to think about the good times but 10-years of filed bills doesn't constitute good times in my mind.
And the shredding. Oh-my-god! I filled up six trash bags with confetti and felt like Ken and Jeff right before the Enron bubble blew up. Our shredder which is only for private use, as opposed to the more advanced version for the small home office, needed to rest every now and then. I know I'm overloading it with crap, trying to push through CD's and 5-page thick subscription offers from 'Guns Monthly', 'Fishing is Fun' and 'Welcome to the 40s'. See, rather then open the thick letters and risking a huge temptation, I just press the whole package through the shreddar until it makes evil noises.
I know, I know, I should get the larger super deluxe shredder when the current is no more. I'm cheap, what can I say.
So to celebrate the hard work and the end to the paperistic life - now everything is digitized - and to take my mind of this traumatic experience, I ventured upon making a Pasta Bolognese with Rigatoni and Sun-Dried Tomato Paste. And I have to say I'm inspired by the simplicity, the elegance and the exquisite taste (pat on selfs back). Yum!
I hope that the UPS guy always rings twice since we missed him yesterday. I'll now dedicate the afternoon to wait for the delivery of my new LaCie 250GB drive. Gimme five, dog!
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