the evil room
If anyone would like to know why I can no longer get anything done, please reference this picture of my work room:
Clearly, there is not actually any room to work in that room. Nor is there room to walk around or put the furniture that needs to go in there. At this point I keep the door closed unless I’m throwing something new into the pile or fishing out dog food (which is buried somewhere in there).
It is hellish. I makes me have panic attacks just thinking about it.
That empty shelf in the corner? Why don’t I start by putting stuff on that, you might be wondering…
That shelf needs go leave the room, that’s why. It has been deemed unfit to live with our other, superior furniture.
I need a shelf and a filing cabinet and perhaps a real desk. And I need them now.