I may have mentioned that I am slightly stressed about my impending thesis. As my blood pressure rises I have been trying to cope by fantasizing about all the lovely ways I will spend my free time once this horrible looming menace is no longer part of my life.
If you are about to ask me where I shall hang it in my 400 sq foot studio in Manhattan, my answer will be an instruction to shut your damn cake hole and stop puncturing my fantasies. This thing, whatever it is (it’s called the NestRest, apparently), represents everything I want in life right now.
Heartbreaking update: it costs $15,000! How can it possibly cost $15,000? What the hell is it made of?