Into the great wide open

So I went to Ikea and found a significantly smaller desk for $20, and I am pleased to report that in exchange for a projected 50% reduction in space for stuff, I have a 20% increase in space for Betsi. I don't actually know what happened to the other 30%, but at least I don't have to use a shoehorn to get into my office. Now what I want is one of those fancypants plastic floor things so my chair can actually try to wheel around instead of sinking into a depressed rut in the carpet. Also a curtain for the side of my bed so I can be all snooty about my office. "Hey," Mara will say, "don't you have some dishes to be doing?" And I will deftly tug the curtain closed and say, "Not now, roommate. I am in my office."

I'm tired so I think I'll kill myself trying to climb into bed. Will the fun never cease!