Okay, if half-arsed attempts fierce determination doesn’t work, it’s time to bring out the big guns. I need to clean off my desk. (Max, I hear you, and you can just… say it anyway. I’ve heard it before. Grrr.) And since after several days of poking at it did not result in things magically sorting themselves, I am going to attempt public humiliation. Here is my desk:

This picture is staying until it’s clean and I can post a new picture. Do I get brownie points that there are no shoes under the desk? Sometimes there are lots of shoes. (Okay, there is a mess, so sue me. But no shoes.)

Cheerleaders would be good here. Just sayin’.

UPDATE: Am making leisurely steady progress. Have trashed stuff. Have filed stuff. Have sent stuff flying across the room carefully placed stuff aside to deal with later. And someone waved TexMex beneath my nose (okay, called and said, do you have time?) and so I will soon be taking a much-needed break from the surfing/tweeting/moving stuff about intense labor. But I will return. Because clearly I am such a slob it’s not bothering me nearly enough so horribly humiliated by having this public display of sloth industry I will not let the sun go down again without having achieved a somewhat-straight militarily pristine desk.