The arcive room is a room at work where we keep all the old files and books (i mean really old shit some around 200 years old!) and stuff.
I had to file something there today and while looking for the folder to put it in i put down the papers and suddenly a load of random files fall from the top shelf and land on my head.
I personally believe that the room has a vendetta against me and I don't know why.
DAMN THEM DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL AND BACK SO THAT THEY CAN BE BURNED BY RABID SQUIRRELS!!!!
