Ouch, I know how that feels. Every Wednesday night (Thursday is recycling day) my wife collects the corpses of my fallen comrades all the flat surfaces within arm's reach of my desk and dumps them unceremoniously in the bin at the curb.
On a happier note, I finally found my 52oz insulated mug in the garage and am making that a permanent fixture of my desk at work. Despite the fact that its size is not a power of 2, it makes me happy by reducing my trips to the breakroom fridge. Laziness, after all...
He seemed like such a nice guy to his neighbors / Kept to himself and never bothered them with favors
- Jefferson Airplane, "Assassin"