Sometimes things happen in life that make blogging seem self-indulgent. For the past few days, I’ve been wanting to post but everything I think to write about is, seen in the light of the world’s ills, silly in the extreme.

Embracing the silliness of blogging — drawing it close and planting a sloppy kiss on its boring, low-brow, petty lips — I give you: the contents of the emergency drawer in my office desk (after Flavia).

tea bags
napkins stolen from Starbucks
a dried up bottle of honey
instant oatmeal
salt & pepper packets
plastic forks and knives
disposable chopsticks
lotion
deodorant
tampons/pads
floss
toothbrush & paste
toothpicks
microwave popcorn
pet hair roller x 2
extension cord
plastic door stop, still in packaging
tupperware of stale almonds
tupperware of leftover Easter chocolates (rapidly disappearing)
nail clippers
nail file
box of matches
eyeglasses cleaning wipes
kleenex
a horde of useless pennies

This list makes me feel very classy.

Updated: I originally composed the list from memory, while sitting in my kitchen, but today I’m in my office and I have discovered how many more miscellaneous items I have stashed away. I am clearly prepared for any emergency involving personal hygiene and pennies.