Trouble comes knocking...

So I come home from a long day of work, and what do I see at my door? The always enjoyable Ikea catalogue. This book of commercialism is the cause and solution of many of the worlds domestic problems. Leafing through this tome elicits feelings of greatness and sadness. Everything is at least reasonable in cost, but I cannot afford it all (nor would I want an all Ikea place, but I'm pretty close).

Well, I guess I'll be spending a while going through this catalogue and checking out the new gear they're slogging out.

You're jealous, I know you are.