I spent all of this morning shredding stuff from my desk. I lost one casefile and was in panic mode. Decided it was time to attempt the impossible for a pack rat like me, clear out all the stuff from desk and find at least see the wood of my desk. Which incidentally you can't cos my desk is made of some fibreglass plastic mix. But that's beside the point.
I did find my casefile, stuck between two impossible to read economic research papers. But also did find a whole stack of recipes for pastas and what nots. Ahh... those were the days, I thought...when I actually bothered to look up recipes so I could impress a boyfriend. I shredded them all away. How cathartic.
I obviously used none of the recipes since they were still in my office and not my kitchen. Which probably also explains the lack of a boyfriend these days.