Organization will set you free. Unless (like me) you've spent 3 months ignoring a particular file and are now behind in keeping it updated. I've done just about everything else humanly possible over the past couple of weeks to avoid dealing with this monstrosity. It's spilling off the shelf onto the floor in ever-growing piles. My desk looks like K-2 from this morning's attempt to sort this crap.
Why, oh why, do I do this to myself? I know this file has to be organized, but just can't force myself to do the work until it's beyond control. It's just this one file, though. What power does it have over my subconcious? Why is this case different from the dozen or so other ones I dilligently update weekly?