Dust bunnies are my friends. They keep the Clean People out of my office. The Clean People who want to organise my life.
My theory? It’s my office, my mess.
My computer’s much the same as my office.
My bedroom’s much the same as my office.
My brain’s much the same as my office.
My LIFE’S…
SO…today I received, by courier, a spanking brand new computer. I’ve become increasingly weary of working with a machine that grinds along slower than a snail.
It’s inefficient. (Note the irony of a person who lives in chaos complaining that something’s inefficient.)
My current computer, by the way, is third-hand and the processor thingy doesn’t have enough of those byte wotsits or whatever they’re called – is it something to do with sheep or rams? – or anyway that stuff which makes computers slow if you haven’t enough of it. A technical description of a common problem.
HOWEVER, does my spanking brand new computer wish to come into my office environment to dwell in harmony with the dust bunnies?
Computer says ‘I am NOT emerging from the safety of my cardboard box until you have cleaned and tidied your poor excuse for an office.’
I wonder how long it’ll take me to get round to it?
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