Monday, March 28, 2011

Step into my office, baby...

Let's be honest. Of course I have my office-office... but then I come home and work in my office-office. It's less stabby.

Yes, I know, we're not supposed to use electronics in bed... but ever since I took on my very first freelance contract, way back at the tender age of 19 (you can't see me, reader, but I'm icing my face with Regenerist right now), I've been working from bed. Once upon a time there would be a sleeping cat on my legs... or a yawning dog... or both... but otherwise, this is the perfect office. Until I lose my blackberry in the sheets and miss an important call.

And now we know why I really don't sleep.

That... and the fact that the lighting in here is absolutely gorgeous... for people who don't keep zombie hours.