*sang to the tune of happy birthday* Good morning to me. Good morning to me. Good morning tooo meeee. Good morning to meee.

Coffee? Check.

Fruit plate left over from partner meeting this morning? Check.

Bills that I brought from home that I plan to pay today? Check.

Little Rx pill called Meridia that I found in a drawer at my desk? Check.

Stoked on finding out the effects of Meridia? Double-Check.

For the last few weeks, I have purposefully (well actually not purposefully, if I could have been compelled to do any work, I would have, I swear to … whatever, but I couldn't…) not done any work. Now I have a stack of papers that measures approximately.. hold on… 15 inches… which would be basically a foot and a quarter of paper. Stacked. That I have to file. If you take into account that a "ream" (not my word) of paper is 2 inches and contains 500 sheets of paper… after we do some simple multiplication, with a little pre-algebra just for sass and flair, we find out that I have approximately 3,750 individual pieces of paper in a pile on my desk just waiting to be filed.

And with my little pill of Meridia… I'm going to do it.

I'll let you know how that turns out.