I also have a pile of assorted items to the right of me. Many of these assorted items are waiting to be filed in the file cabinet I haven't finished organizing. I can see this pile out of the corner of my eye as I type this and it makes me wish I wasn't the responsible one in the house. Although, I know responsible seems relative considering I have a pile of assorted items sitting on my desk and a file cabinet that is only 1/4 sorted leaving 3/4 of the file cabinet unsorted. I guess I could look at it like the glass analogy: instead of 3/4 "empty," focus on the 1/4 "full." Stupid analogy, it's still only 1/4 done.
All these irritating little nagging things drag me down and keep me from what I really want to be doing which is just write (at least I'm going to say that, what I really mean is nap). I'm sure I would be writing the great American novel if it weren't for all these nagging little things I need to get done.
Anyway, that's my story. Now I thing I'll go nap