Remember back in the day when I moved to a window office? I was flying high in 18 back then, staring at the clouds, doodling hearts, poppin bottles, rollin on dubs. But its a new economy, people. And by new economy I mean I now share an office and face a little white wall.

The upside of this arrangement is that my wall is a very pleasant wall, my office mate--Doreen--is a treat, and if you're drinking Patron on ice for 8 hours a day (like I do in my new job), a wall looks pretty much as good as a window.

 

Is this thing on?