Economy of being a weirdo

When I noticed my ignored iced-coffee had cried a pool of water around itself, I stopped myself from wiping away the water with my hand and drying my hand off on my pants.  Instead, I got out my little package of method cleaning wipes (which sounds a bit obscene to me when I say that…’method cleaning wipes’) that had dried out long ago due to lack of use–because I have an issue with ignoring things, clearly–and rehydrated a wipe and dusted off my desk.