The house is dark with overcast skies blocking out the sun. There is a sense of dreariness and dismay at the sheer mundanity. Suddenly the roar of an engine, a knock at the door, and the flick of a brown uniform. Light breaks in small shafts through the clouds. Without a beat the UPS man flees to his truck without a word, returning to once again delve into the breach. Lying against the wall at the front door is a package of giant size, its enormity spanning the breadth of a man, full at length. Quickly bringing it inside, I tear at its binds which restrain the beast within. Revealing its full glory I find gleaming before me a pristine Jenga set, blocks unformed. I quickly go about tearing the blocks into correct shapes and forms. For hours I toil, sweat pouring down my face. I am a master forger at my anvil, a maestro composing as he conducts, and this is my magnum opus. I finish my work and step back to admire what I had received. I am left without word as my breath flees and tears roll down my cheeks as the sky shatters open and angels sing. It is beautiful.

Also I got this whiteboard.

[Serious] The whiteboard I got was bloody awesome. As one of 'those' people obsessed with programming and math I always needed a whiteboard. I shall no longer need paper and scraps I shall stand at a whiteboard and it shall be glorious. If I had 10000000 thanks I would give them, but I only have one so thank you. All that I need is a cat, and then I can conquer the viral with Jenga and cats. Behold my power and fear.