The Core of Madness

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I was looking for something else at work today, and found this among some other stuff I'd stored away on a back room shelf I rarely use.

It's a big pan containing several screwdrivers, a bunch of little bracket things, assorted screws, a book of Post-it Notes (the good kind... not those ridiculous ones that come off accordion-style), and a magic marker.

Oh yeah, and a whole bunch of completely dried out apple cores. Apparently I've been saving them for quite some time now. I counted, and there are thirteen of 'em here. I have no idea how long they've been quietly petrifying back there on that forgotten shelf. They're about the density of tire rubber now.

Yeah. That's right. Thirteen dried out apple cores

I keep saying to myself, "Steve, you must have had some reason, some original plan, for saving all of these apple cores. Surely some great jest or grand prank must have been in the works, and you've simply just forgotten your original intention."

I'm hoping that's the case anyway. It doesn't strike a positive note for the state of my mental health to think that I've just been saving old apple cores for no good reason at all.