july twenty seventh two thousand ten

Objects lined up in a row are quite aesthetically pleasing to me. Their appearance also satisfies the neurotic tendencies I harbor for ensuring things feel organized, even if they may not in fact be...organized. Example? Here it comes: I like to open up all the mail I receive that looks too important to throw away, shuffle it into a orderly stack, and then not read it. I find this method both comforting and ineffective. Just the way I like it.