what's on my desk today?

Not work related, how boring would that be? It's more like an unorganized person's wonderment tht her desk at work isn't already covered in incomprehensible piles of random cellulose product. Of course, I can't be expected to have an overpopulated desk quite this early in my work assignment, and it's certainly not like I'm an actual employee, but I digress.

This is what's on my desk:

1) my tiny little day planner, because I can't take iCal along in my head or my purse. At least until they insert chips into our frontal lobes as a matter of course. And I'm enough of a semi-luddite that I want to actually write things down instead of try to figure out that weird Palm language
2) a neat pile of printed status reports - which are boring and I can't talk about anyway
3) my cell phone, which in two weeks has rung maybe a grand total of four times, making me seem less important in my own head than all the production managers who have the things surgically implanted, like the agent in Hedwig
4) my favorite ball-point pen. I'm constantly fighting my own handwriting, and I absolutely require a rather thick line pen to disguise my total lack of penmanship
5) a 1/4 full tin of Ginger Altoids, to which I'm addicted, and so far have only been able to find at cost Plus, my second favorite place of delight and wonderment
6) a travel mug of highly artificially sweetened and fake creamed coffee, which is making me really hyper and unable to spell a damn thing this morning
7) a totally amazing computer system which goes real fast and lets me make pretty things
8) a reminder in the form of a 1/10 full bottle of water, that I'm not drinking enough for his stinking diet
9) a phone, which doesn't ring either....

on my metaphorical desk:
1) the need to talk about something wih someone, about which I have no enthusiasm
2) a performance tonight, at which I don't have to stay and take a bow, which gets me outta there alot earlier than I thought, about which I'm frustrated, because it could be a possible talking time, but I feel as if I can't have, because I'll get my head bitten off again...
3) the disturbing feeling that even if I do express what I want or any worry at all, somehow everything I say is wrong headed and ill-timed, and ultimately of no value to anyone
3) a prop list through which I need to sift and come up with random crap that actors can use and lose and break, even when unbreakable.