OM, biyotches.

Yes, in fact, I am that chick who cleared all the surplus furniture, the mismatched chairs and the boxes of old magazines, away from her office window and sat the half lotus all through lunch breathing through her nose and being a total hippie.  

Despite the fact that mine is now the de facto storage space for the approaching and much discussed reshuffling of workspaces, I have decided to claim a small corner for facing the mountains and taking a brillo pad to the inch-thick layer of slime that gathers in my head from absorbing the morning's ambient bitching.  And you know what?  It totally works.  Eyes bright, tail bushy, I am now radiating the psychic equivalent of Tilex fumes and cartoon sunshine.