Flop sweet flop

I don't have many pictures of Patrick's apartment; it's been my temporary home for the first half of 2005 and I don't venture into its upstairs very often. But here's a couple glimpses of my flop space... I have a teensy little office, all to my own, directly off of the downstairs door (the place is three stories, with the main door, and my space, on the ground floor). The picture on the left, below, was taken with my back to my bedroom wall, out towards the main door. Note my mirror! I still have it, four long years after filching it from my first undormplace.

My room is long and skinny and has a sliding glass door to our wee back garden. The door is exactly placed to make putting furniture in any sane order impossible. I hate the door a little bit for that. You can get a little bit of an idea, to the left, of the extreme narrowness of the space. Yes, that closet is taking up the entire wall at one end. My bookshelves line the long wall across from the sliding glass doors; they're very very lonely, with most of my books still being in storage.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't love this picture.