NP: Gomez, How We Operate

I'm getting closer and closer to having some sort of place for all the crap I brought with me from the old apartment. This weekend ended up being pretty productive, provided that you don't play for the Chicago Fire.

Right now, it's this weird conflict between procrastination urges. I'm staring at an Excel file from work in lieu of continuing to process the couple of totally miscellaneous containers of undifferentiated stuff. Would I rather struggle with poorly written surveys or poorly thought-out personal acquisition strategies? I don't even have much in the way of good stuff on the DVR to make the choice moot, and both the Lollapalooza reviews and the treatise on the Connecticut primary are too involved to be distracting.

So you, lucky reader, get pure unadulterated filler. I'm writing this entirely to avoid doing much of anything else.