Well

I am sitting at my desk right now.

Surrounding me on all sides are trashcans of various sizes, catching the leaks that conveniently drip all around me.

Above me is a black holes with wires, where the ceiling has been removed.

Below me are the remains of crumbled soggy ceiling tiles.

I suddenly feel like I've been sent to work in the leaky basement of a secret underground resistance movement. Does it make things more exciting? Who knows.