Literally. I have almost always done this. I sit in the computer room/office/man-den, and the only light in the room comes from the screen. It's as if the rest of the room, or even the world, doesn't exist and whatever I am typing is confidential, just between me and the blog, with no one else involved. I suppose it's the same concept as the psychiatrist's couch.

Somewhere off to my left is a cup of tea. The optical mouse has a faint red glow to my right. Everything else is dark, especially after I've been staring at the bright screen for awhile. Eventually the room ceases to exist and I become the Internet. This is when the magic happens, for me at least.

Now and then, however, I'm forced to turn on the big overhead light or enter this room during the day. It is at these times when I look around the room, my eyes exploring all the random objects, and realize that this room is a total fucken pigsty.
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