I don't care that I'm thirty years old but the glee I felt while I was shredding three years worth of financial documents, made me feel five again. I had to actively resist the urge to find different objects to shred. It was also fun to see which papers produced the most colorful shreds.
Having a shredder made Sunday pretty fun even though I wound up locking myself out of my apartment (the landlord provided me with the key even though my poor dad came out to drop off the wrong key) and I hit writers block for a presentation due Tuesday night. On the up side, I only have 4 more classes left until I receive my MBA.
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