In college, I had a friend who, as he stretched before fencing club, would repeat, "I love to stretch, I love to stretch, I love to stretch...," as he grimaced in pain. Apparently the theory was that if he said it enough, he would come to believe it.
I have been sorting my studio for days. At first I believed that sorting was fun. Everything I got sorted out and neatly corralled in a box or basket gave me a sense of accomplishment. However, as I find things that were hiding either throughout the house or in the forgotten corners of the room, I am losing my sense of accomplishment rather quickly.
Then there's the things you find that you can't believe you have that many of. In the movie version of The Return of the King, Sam is looking through his backpack for something to eat. He pulls out a packet of lembas bread, the food given to them by the Elves. He tells Frodo, "We've got some lembas bread. And some more lembas bread. And, oh wait, even more lembas bread." I may have the quote slightly wrong, but the expression of forced pleasure on Sam's face as he keeps finding more of the same captures my feelings while sorting my office quite nicely.
For the record: I don't need anymore straws.
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