I caved and bought a camping chair this weekend. I also got gifted a desk by the friend of a housemate. This is only a confession in the sense that I now feel so much more organized when sitting on the chair or working at a desk (rather than on my bed, where I just fall asleep, or on a set of milk crates, which feels not quite as comfortable, which means I just end up on the bed, where, well, you get the idea) and really, it's THE PERSON who should be productive, not THE DESK. But the chair and desk win in this case. (side note: chair also wins in that I sat in it and got minorly burned today, the first of the season. The chair wins in the sense that I don't win. Boo)

My other confession is that I keep listening to Fastball's "Fire Escape" and The Shin's "Australia". Why is that a confession? Ummm....'cause I'm either a high schooler or an emo kid. Not saying there's anything wrong with that...