Today I redecorated my so-called office on a whim, which is to say I moved the furniture into a less-logical configuration for no reason at all and then smiled contentedly as if something worthwhile had been accomplished. I got rid of the soul-corrodingly ugly futon and its disturbing dog-gnawed frame, put the desk against a different wall (now designated the wall of positivity), threw dozens of old magazines into a yellow recycling container until it was almost too heavy to lift, put the reading chair where the desk was, and generally tried to go for a more office-y look and less of a "spare room off the kitchen containing a morose person surrounded by mountains of crap" look, which worked for me in the past but which I'm trying to get away from for spring. I would like the room to say "industry" and "success" instead of "sloth" and "failure" and "waves of intense gas pain." It turns out that such a dramatic transformation of the room's atmosphere can be effected simply by rearranging the main objects in the room in an arbitrary fashion and doing some basic housekeeping until it gets boring and maybe performing a cleansing spiritual ritual of some sort, possibly involving Lemon Pledge or exorcism. I fully expect to find these cosmetic changes in my environment stimulating, even exhilarating. By simply placing the desk against the wall of positivity, beneath the blue-framed mirror I bought as a gesture of self-affirmation for my first solo apartment in San Francisco, tremendous enlivening energies will be liberated from the sullen dormancies in which they are normally imprisoned by various personality defects it's not important to describe at this time. Until today, the mood of my office was stultifying and seemingly contrived for the swift and ruthless annihilation of every creative thought and every glimmer of hope; my rearranged office is the exact opposite in every way, an environment conceived to allow my true abilities to flourish, at long last, to thrive in conditions of nurturance and the facilitation of exuberant and unbridled imaginative thinking. Yes. And oh I got this nifty red cylindrical down pillow, from the Fieldcrest collection at Target, and I can tell already that I'm going to fall asleep every time I put my head down on it, which I will do often, perhaps daily or even several times a day, that's how comfortable it looks, on the floor in front of my desk, since I got rid of the futon I usually fall asleep on, as I previously mentioned.