What's brown and sticky?*
Sep. 29th, 2011 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceAs it happens, the subject line for this post is My Favourite Joke Ever. (Why yes, I am a cheap date too. Unless you take me somewhere expensive.)
But! It is not my favourite description of a workspace. I am, of course, in the Lit & Phil - and Someone Else Is In My Chair, At My Desk. Grr. So I am at the substitute desk, where the fake-leather top is brown rather than the more desirable black - and some unmentionable degraded unsoul has been eating marmalade (Paddington, I'm looking at you) and left it smeared all along the desk-edge. So that now my hands are sticky, and I have to go and find a cloth and do housework. Double-grr!
(Also, I do not want to write this book today.)
* A stick.
But! It is not my favourite description of a workspace. I am, of course, in the Lit & Phil - and Someone Else Is In My Chair, At My Desk. Grr. So I am at the substitute desk, where the fake-leather top is brown rather than the more desirable black - and some unmentionable degraded unsoul has been eating marmalade (Paddington, I'm looking at you) and left it smeared all along the desk-edge. So that now my hands are sticky, and I have to go and find a cloth and do housework. Double-grr!
(Also, I do not want to write this book today.)
* A stick.