Disgust. Pure and utter disgust

I cannot stand receipts. I don't like to look at them and I especially don't like to organize them. All they seem to do is make a mess of my desk, steal all my rubber bands, and spell out a future life of poverty for me. And just when I had them stacked in a pile to start sorting through, Jasper flew right through them, sending them scattering and sending me right back to square one. Bah. I'm just going to curl up with a chocolate Odwalla bar and Breakfast at Tiffany's to drown my sorrows.

this is probably why I haven't gone totally off the deep end yet.