I hate my home office.
My desk (circa college) is shoved between two litter boxes and the paper shredder, in the area that would be
the dining room if we had more space. It's only separated from the
living room by a divider, which sometimes doubles as a drying rack. The
walls: Bare. Except for the NYC Sex Bloggers 2009 calendar
I tacked up the other week, strategically placed to cover scrape marks
from when the cats (repeatedly) knocked over the room divider. Today, I
also purchased a cheapo frame from Kohls, into which I shoved a
print-out of one of the "Friends with E.T." pictures by Scott Campbell.
I don't have a hook with which to hang it up.
Other than that? Nada. And frankly, it's depressing. Which is why I'm eyeballing this:
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