in the closet

Update: OK - the reason for the rolling-into-closet is my marvelous new desk chair which obeys the law of gravity and rolls me right into the closet if I dare lift my feet. It's tricky and must be resolved - b/c my current solution is perching on the edge of it w/ legs crossed, foot asleep, neck cramped - you know, just like the old way of sitting on the hard little wooden chair. So silly. But I'm ever so grateful for my new chair - just weighing the friction options carefully!
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I know, it's odd. But I'm in the closet again. What with so many coming out of the closet. But I just have this problem. It really merits a photo, but since I'm the only one awake and it's very hard to get a discernible (?) photo of me in the closet, you'll have to believe me.

My chair keeps rolling into the closet. I'm sitting here laughing out loud at a blog, my right hand is numb from the freezing job of using the mouse, and we just roll, roll, rolls back into that beautiful red curtain I made. Sorry, no photo for you. But, after all, I am in the closet.

Someone should help me clean out this closet.