I used to have a desk in my room. It looked kind of like this one, with papers and books and shelves of more papers and books by it. Then I got a new chest of drawers for my bedroom and the desk had to go. But when I had a desk, I used it. A lot. I had the ugliest monstrosity of a chair, armed with a wooden back and a fuzzy orange pad for a seat. Ugly or not, I loved that chair, even though it was uncomfortable. It made me stay awake to do homework (if I did my homework).
I created my blog at that desk, when I got my first laptop. That was several years ago. Strange, how things have changed. Like the absence of a desk in my life. Tears.
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