Fargo's Helping, Not

[mlerules]

Finally getting down to brass tacks and tackling the dreaded portfolio. So, after being perfectly content to lounge on the bed (just 3' feet away) all morning when I was surfing and LJ'ing and e-mailing, NOW Fargo's decided that the place to perch is right on top of everything on the computer hutch beneath the 'puter screen, where he completely obliterates all my notes and books and whatnot. Sigh. Guess I best get back to't now. Wait, first let me take a break and...do just 'bout anything (even *gasp* clean) to avoid this chore a bit longer. Biting the bullet...