I was trying to get my office organized this morning, and I opened the top drawer of my filing cabinet to put some stuff away, and then I stopped for a moment and thought, “Wow. This is a painfully honest snapshot of my life.”
So I took a picture.
The stone tile under the notary stamp on the right side of the front compartment reads, I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night. I like how I covered it up so as not to draw attention to my alcoholism, even though, y’know, there’s a copy of Alcoholics Anonymous directly across from it. Hopefully, any snooping co-worker will be too distracted by the mojo bags and the Devil Girl box to worry about whether or not I have a terrible drinking problem.