So Megan, being the super awesome person she is, gave me her old treadmill. I retrofitted a makeshift desk to it so I have a crude version of a standing/walking desk.

Observe!

When I have more time (which will be never), I’m going to make a sturdier desk that stands on its own so that it doesn’t shake with the movement of my fat butt on the treadmill.

WOO!

Also, my heart’s doing weird fluttery things. Either I’ve got an arrhythmia going or I’m in love.

Or I’m in love with arrhythmias.