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I am sitting in my office — I have an office now. It is sunny through the windows on my left. The white walls reflect a lot of light, and the wood floor and wood table the computer sits on give a pleasant yellow glow to the light. Outside the window, the golden and brown colors of late fall hang out and play among the bushes and small trees in the courtyard. Beyond that, I see scattered rooftops — the corrugated of the Sherman building, the façade of it's front, and to the left of that, the warm orange stucco of the Unicas building.

It's just me and a desk in the office so far. My telephone works, but the answering machine isn't here yet. No customers sent to call here yet, because I'm in and out while I set things up. The room echoes a little harshly. I need plants and a bookcase. I imagine nine-foot tall book cases and a rolling ladder. It won't happen, but it would appeal to me greatly. I also imagine oak filing cabinets, four or five drawers tall, and three more tables like the one I have.

I'm killing time a bit — I go to a potluck at six, and I'll go cook for that in a bit. In the mean time, I watch files transferring from Paradoxical's old drive to the new one in the server over a slow wireless link. The new wireless system will probably come in in the next week, but for now, this is what I've got. I should have transferred these files a long time ago, but I've been a slacker, and too lazy to go to Ouray and actually do it right. There's a bunch of audio recordings on there, I noticed — I wish I had speakers here so I could listen.

I'm thinking of Charlie, Platypus, Roya and Chris Black at the moment. I don't know why that particular combination, but it's what's bouncing around my mind.

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ex_traintra
Oct. 26th, 2003 01:05 pm (UTC)
*does the Ari-Is-The-Shit dance*
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