No tablet. No comics or books. No corner edgers. No hat and scarf. No soap. Nothing but BILLS and political crap. Rargh!
Printing like a madwoman and the heat press is all hot and ready to go for another round of finger-burning t-shirt pressing. (Note to self, buy spatula...)
First salad, then t-shirt pressing.
My new office space is... spacious. Luxurious. I can roll my chair back far enough to get out of it *comfortably* (ie: not contorting over one of the arms awkwardly because I have three inches of clearance with the chair's pushed into the desk...). I can have a stack of t-shirts cool flat, not be draped over a handy printer or unstable pile of paper.
Every so often I remember that I'm quitting in December and I get all unreasonably excited. jooooooooooy!!
