I am slowly going through all of my old files. A stack of fifty CD-Rs of miscellaneous photos, old school work, letters, drawings, designs, and notes. A lot of them are repeats of each other. I'm doing this because I'm mildly obsessed with getting all of it - the music archive, my design work, all of it - organized and stored so that I can refer back to it when needed or desired.

This would be incredibly boring (OK, it would be more incredibly boring) if not for the strange things I find in my own coffers. For example, apparently, I had no sense of humor. On August 15, 2002, I wrote a TXT file note to my roommate Joe that read:

Joe, your pranks are annoying.

I have no idea what this was about. But I'm amused now.