Among one of my shopping sprees for furniture since the wedding (seriously, it’s been like a disease, almost!), I’ve been looking for a new coffee table and even browsing office desks. I don’t know what it is about office desks, but I think it stems from my love for school. When I went to uni when I was 17, I was so excited that I got a new desk in my dorm room (hardly “new,” but new to me!), imagining how I was going to set everything up and decorate it and where my computer would best sufficiently fit. And then when I moved out of the dorms, I was excited to get a new computer desk and do the same thing. When I moved in with Dave, I was excited when we got matching His-And-Hers corner computer desks. We still have them, even though we don’t use them anymore (laptops are so much more efficient when it comes to being able to computer anywhere we want — like, in front of the tv in the computer room on the couch ;P). I have an addiction for computer/office desks even when I don’t need any. Weird, huh? Is that strange? I think that counts as strange. Eh well.