New Office

I rearranged my office!!! Now it feels a lot more "me". I've got some new pictures to hang on the walls, I am gonna get a movie poster in here (or two) and I have a very cool little fig tree that I recieved as a very nice unexpected gift. It is looking good. Best of all it feels like a much better place to spend time. Worst of all, being a gigantic idiot, I moved all the furniture myself thinking it wasn't that heavy and that I didn't want to bother anyone. I moved my desk (which weighs the equivalent of several Indian Elephants, although slightly less than an African one), my filing cabinet (which was more awkward than anything), and my bookshelves (really not that heavy, but by that time a small thimbleful of water would have felt like it contained the vast deeps of the earth). After I looked at all of it I was very happy and felt alright. Today I am reminded of the Dana Carvey weightlifting sketch in which he rips his own arms off in an attempt to lift too much weight, and I consider him a lucky man. I paid someone to type this for me as I lie on my couch (which I also moved) and pray for death (although not in the ninja sense).