Today in small malicious pleasures I allow myself: imagining the headache of a profiler trying to figure me out from the weird crap in my desk:

Yarn, lockpicks, 60A circuit breaker, jigsaw pieces, souvenir NASA patches, Geiger counter, hypodermic syringe, electronic Game of Life, perspex corporate reward plaque, Chinese meditation balls (proof positive, no doubt, that I'm in bed with Xi, or worse, TikTok), steel navigator's protractor in the original case, labeled "Fabrication de l'U.R.S.S"...