I have my own office! We—Miles, Jason, and I—started the paint/cleanup job last Wednesday. Sadly, we wilted at the task before us. We cast the unsightly painting paraphernalia into said room and closed the door that night. For 3,600 long minutes, the mission lay untouched, waiting for the one to come along and deliver its destiny.

Me. I was it. I was the one. Yay me.

This, and this as well, accurately display the previous and dire state of this room. Besides being painted antiseptic blue and patterned with fingerprints of a grimy shade, the former tenants saw fit to puncture the walls with what I presume to be tent stakes. Jason, the almighty plasterer, fixed those. I cannot take credit for the room's unholiness. That was him. Totally Jason.

The room is now a pretty antique white. I chose not to use a dirty fingerprint motif. Here, and here are images of my handiwork. It sort of has that blank "I don't need to look interesting at all" feel to it. I like a room with spunk.

Egads! The outlets are naked!—I just noticed! Flashy little devils.

Forgive my oversight. My attention was otherwise engaged. With the wall pitts filled and the "I'm a slob" calico pattern obscured, I began to see a bright light. Thinking it to be a supernatural sign that the room now fit in favorably with the rest of the universe, I followed its path to seek the source. There, I discovered that I now have a window! With see-through glass and everything! Happiness abound! I am enchanted with my window!

As is my pretty purple chair!

After window, pretty purple chair, and I had sufficient bonding time, the rest of my office moved in. See? Outlets covered and all!—I'm not a complete reprobate, you know.

Sadly, my new office will lack this, something which the old office supplied abundantly. Although I doubt that this relocation has left a void in Jason's heart, it has done so with his office. Fare-thee-well, office-mate! It's been swell!