everyone in my office has decorated their cubicle in some way or another except for me. the only inessential items i have are 12 monochrome pictures of piglets which got left behind by the person previously using this desk and the weightlifter frog that su-lin gave me umpteen years ago (what was his name? benedict? gargamel? i'm going to get a scolding for forgetting. again.)

i'm not sure if my reluctance to spruce the place up is because i'm trying to make a subtle statement that i'm not in this for the long haul or because i just can't bloody be bothered. probably the former. such subtle hints are what give one the psychological edge.