As if my last post wasn't enough to send me into a self-imposed permanent exile...
Went to a movie last night and rushed home because the movie inspired me to post something on my blog. Not a story. Not a review. A something. A something that I had to find. I looked everywhere it could possibly be (the office, the garage, the old office area...) but, alas, I couldn't find it.
As a punishment for not finding it, and not having a back-up post - oh my God, I can't believe I'm letting you see this - I am putting up a couple of pictures of my office. First let me say, my excuse for the office looking like a bomb hit it is "a bomb hit it." The bomb was me, me trying to find the something. I really thought it was in the evil trunk. So I emptied most of the trunk onto the floor, the couch, the coffee table and other places you can't even see. The something wasn't there. Other somethings similar to the something I was looking for were there but not the something I wanted to post.
Of course, not all this mess was created in the short span of the couple of hours it took me not to find the something. My excuse for the rest of the mess is "I'm crazy busy breaking a story for a new screenplay I'm writing." Fine. Fine. I know none of my excuses are valid for the state of my office. But I'm hoping by subjecting myself to this public humiliation, I will get off my ass and clean it up. Okay...here's the pictures. Look, if you dare.
If you are of the anal persuaion and these photos give you the urge to rush over and organize me (after you finish throwing up, of course) please contact me ASAP.