can i stomp my feet and rant and rant?

moved to a different department in the office. different floor, different table.

i don't like my new cube. it's small and i don't have a place to put my magnetic poetry thingie and i have someone beside me and it's too quiet there and i can see all the people walking by and i don't have a window like in my old place and my friends are all three floors below and it's small and i don't have a place to put my magnetic poetry thingie!

my lower lip is sticking out so far i can actually see it without aid of a mirror. hmph.

actually i'm ranting about my office space because contemplating the state of the nation is too unbearable at the moment.