On the categorisation of stuff.
I like to think I'm a very ordered person. I'm not of course. There may be patches of order, but mostly I'm completely disorganised. But just like black-ice on a Winter's day I have to watch out I don't slip on these patches of order.
This blog is ordered. Only then I go and write a piece about ID cards. Which I can't seem to workout where to put. So I sit and worry and get stuck in what Pursig calls a gumption trap, when I could be off doing something interesting.
Sod it. This is the sort of thing that makes me giveup.