My old desk was demolished in the move, so I needed to find a new one. It isn't all that bad, though, since my old desk was an eight-year-old Ikea special, and it was probably time for me to, oh, become an adult. (The other special thing about this room is that the walls used to be dark, dark paneling, which Shannon and I promptly took care of with a few coats of Restoration Hardware's Silver Sage.)