My organizational skills

I've been working on putting my book in order, which is an obnoxiously difficult and anxiety-producing task. Here are the current piles I have:

Stuff I probably won't use
Stuff I might use
Flashbacks I once liked but now am unsure about
An early scene
Short little scenes that could go at the beginning
Stuff that should go somewhere
[blank post-it note]
ALL (obviously)
Late stuff
Stuff

It's a good thing I'm so organized or this would be really difficult.

Even my own notes ridicule me

Here's another glimpse into my brain. Apparently I wrote this note for myself when I was working on my book yesterday (writing, not editing):

I will have to figure out if she tries to trap him or just tries to get him to tell her the truth. If they have to prove he’s guilty, she would almost have to get a confession. So then the play’s the thing, etc. 

Yes, I'm making fun of myself by quoting Shakespeare. This seems to show both my nerdiness and insecurity quite well. Even my own notes ridicule me. 

True story

When I started college I had no money. But my mom's company was getting rid of all their old computer equipment, so I found myself with a bright, shiny, new...okay, it was none of those things. It was a 1990 Toshiba laptop. Yeah, just think about that. When this computer was made, the Soviet Union still existed. I was probably not even in elementary school yet. It was ancient. I had no idea they even made laptops back then.

Anyway, the laptop was that grayish-beige color that computers all used to be, and it actually wasn't very big at all. Maybe 14 or 15 inches? It was very square and had no internal memory whatsoever. You had to use the external disk drive (which was revolutionary in that it took 3.5-inch disks) to even get it to work. But again, I was young and poor, so I was totally cool using it.

Here's where the real problem came in. Seriously, it worked okay, and I could have probably made it through college with that and the computer lab, but there was one major flaw that popped up before I could even type one paper on it:

Instead of typing a it typed ax. Every time. No idea why. It didn't do it with any other letters, and if I backspaced, it deleted both the A and the X. Unfortunately, A is a letter I happen to use with relative frequency. I literally could not get past the first letter of my name before I was stuck.

So I spent a lot of time at the computer lab throughout college. And when my sisters went to school, they both got real laptops. And eventually so did I. And now I've blown up two laptops and a desktop computer, so in hindsight, that thing probably didn't stand a chance.

Oh, and the Soviet Union doesn't exist anymore either. Isn't evolution great?

Delirious

Do you ever have those things you just like for no reason? I do this with music sometimes. For example, I really love the band Augustana. There is no logical reason for this. I mean, they're fine and all. They're fantastic live. It's just that they're not really that great, and I couldn't give you any particular aspect of their music that I like. For some reason I just really love them.

I also feel this way about the Braves shortstop, Alex Gonzalez. No logical reason I should like this player. I could strike him out. I could get Chuck James to strike him out. But for some reason I love this guy.

My other confusing one is my love of brightly colored nail polish and eye makeup. Makes absolutely no sense. I bite my nails, so nail polish doesn't last too long. I don't usually wear any makeup, and if I do it's very minimal. So why the hell am I obsessed with these things?

Just a random observation because I really don't feel like doing any real work. 

You don't know me, and you don't even care

This is how I feel most of the time...except for the Boston part.