Last night I drank too much champagne and ate a gorgeous lamb, baby potato and fresh asparagus dinner…thank you, babe. :) This morning I have silver fairies dancing on my wrist and ears, courtesy of my mother, and a luscious 22″ flatpanel monitor courtesy of my sweetie.
Where do I play? In a third-floor former bedroom, painted in shades of blue, walled in bookshelves, with a huge desk taking up one wall. Aside from the aforementioned monitor, it has shelves of techie books (php, Flash, e-commerce theory, asp, etc.), game boxes, art books, a dog’s skull, an athame, a pewter fairy, a stuffed sheep, usually at least one cat looking out of the window into the street below, several sets of wow trading cards, a bottle of vodka, and a second computer waiting for an install of Ubuntu. There’s a squashy reading chair next to the fireplace (half-size Victorian wrought-iron, not currently usable). And there are books. Lots and lots of books.
It’s where I live, really…it’s my centre right now.