Welcome to my meat locker

Man, my office is incredibly fucking cold.

A not really working heater, a huge drafty picture window and a very drafty pocket door mean that the temp drops about 5 degrees as you walk from the hallway outside my office into my office.

I'm tired of needing to be bundled up just to sit in my office.

Argh

Hate cleaning. Really, hate organizing.

Hate fighting with myself. The packrat and the clutter hater coming to blows inside my head.

Bleah.

My desire / need ot organize as I go is not helping either.

Double Bleah.