I walked into my office briskly opening the creaky door.
"Well, looks like I have to clean... Again," I sighed.
As I started to wipe away some of the dust, I walked around the office, opening the blinds, looking at stacks of paper, "Why did I have to do this to myself," I chuckled.
I walked back over to the blinds and opened them, "How glorious, the sun is shining, and I am back in the Soul Society, where is my guitar?" I silently asked myself.
Once I got all the dust cleaned off, all of the old, misguided papers thrown away, the office looked pretty good, "This looks like a pretty amazing office again," I grinned from satisfactory.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the neck of my guitar, "AH there you are!" I smiled.
I walked over to the guitar and placed it in a new, more visible spot, "Well my friends, my office is completely clean, and I can now get all the new work done," I sighed.
