"hey ju-ju-duh-ju-duh-ju-duh-WOW, WOW!"

when i was a kid, my parents use to play Pavarotti records really loudly. i was so embarrassed. i'd go hide up in my room or roll my eyes at them. now, i'm listening to Pavarotti really loudly and i'm wondering if i'm really old or if i just got it. or both.

i'd forgotten what a great album Men at Work: Business as Usual is. speakers set to 11, singing along, badly.

i love my new job, i love my new office (even though i tend to work from home most of the time), but i do not love my new desk. it is the worst desk ever made. some demon from the fourth or fifth level of hell made this desk especially to punish me. what's wrong with it? ok, well, part of the problem is that i use my laptop at the office and this desk was made for a desktop. it's diamond shaped with a fixed keyboard tray. the main desk is too high to type on and the keyboard tray is too low and small to put my laptop on. so either i cramp my hands while typing on the low tray or i stretch out all awkwardly and dig my forearms into the desk while typing on the high part of the desk. IT DOES NOT WORK! stupid desk.

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