Sturdiness

Jun 18, 2008 18:30

Painters need their muse, and writers need their desk.

With that said I finally have myself a fine desk.  It's nothing grandious or big or expensive or remotely worthy of taking to an antiques road show.  In fact it's that particle board shit, but it's a desk, and it will serve me quite well.

For the longest time out here in Vancouver I didn't have anywhere to write.  I would do the Japanese thing, having everything low to the ground.  My futon is on the ground, nothing was upright.  Until now.  It's just what I was looking for and best of all it was free.

Desk, you and I will have some good times this summer.
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