Justified Slobitude

My computer rests on top of miscellaneous garbage and things to be filed.  I don't think there's a desk underneath it all.


I should clean this up.  But what if there really isn't a desk under here?  What if the phone books and empty CD cases and candy wrappers and washcloths and pens and duct tape and an empty shoe box and my bra (wth?) other things I've forgotten (read: been too lazy) to pick up actually do hold my computer off the ground? 


Since I'm fairly certain that it's all the clutter that keeps my computer at eye level, I'd better just leave it alone, right?   I'd hate to clean the mess here and dislodge a keystone piece of this carefully constructed stage from which I perform only to watch the entire thing crash to the floor.   I mean, I need to have my computer.  You need me to have my computer.  You wouldn't want to be held responsible for anything that could happen to me if I was suddenly forced to rack up data charges on my phone.  I couldn't be held responsible for the trauma that my sudden departure from the internet could cause.  Whatever would you do with yourselves?  

Yeah. I'd better not touch it.  

You know, just in case.