Today was my first appointment in Frank's new office - which, although not much closer, took me about a third less time to get to. Berdie is also there, apparently, as I saw her setting up in a roomlet. There's an office-y area, a kitchen, a waiting thingummy with very ugly um... chairs, I suppose they were, in a horrid deep orangey hue that would've been fine in another shape. I think there were 3 roomlets (could've been four), and definitely a bog.
How sad to be a waiting room chair - surely the worst job on the chair continuum. Olympia has a law against couches on porches - I'm ashamed to live in a place that is so shallow and thinks government and law were put into place to make it possible for aesthetic bullying to take place. How much more inspirational life as a porch couch is, though, compared with the poverty of the waiting room chair existence. Last week I saw a couch along the street with a "free" sign on it. It was a nasty, dirty, worn couch - obviously the owners were dreaming, since no one was going to have the hots for that couch. It was a couch ripe for porch life - but alas, it would need to move far away, and then no one would want a dirty couch that is dirty with STRANGE dirt.
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