My computer at work is broken. I now find it difficult to do work. I might have to have words to someone about that. But I have an office, and that's cool. I still like having the office. Even if it did used to be a bedroom. That's sometimes a strange thought. Especially when the old occupant is around. When the girl who used to live in the room is there I feel like I should pick up my stuff and move out. I don't though. I resist the urge. Good on me.