Processed
After months of moving this pile around the room, I finally took care of it just now. It's a bunch of old reading material - I often take a few printouts to bed - with scattered notes that I wanted to review to jog my memory and to see if there were things that needed to be put in their right place.
Now it's gone, and some of it has turned into little presents that now lie in my inbox waiting to be cared for.
Considering how good it feels to get things like this done, it really is remarkably stupid to spend so much time choosing not to do it.