Going to places like Ikea, Zone, or Varia is always a risk for me. My cur­rent set of fur­ni­ture is rather uneclec­tic, under­stand­ably so, since I plan on invest­ing in much bet­ter pieces once I have a per­ma­nent res­i­dence. Of course, find­ing such a place may take as long as a decade, so I may be stuck with my cheap fur­ni­ture for a while. I was con­sid­er­ing the pur­chase of a lux­u­ry com­put­er chair, but being unem­ployed makes me rather fru­gal. Walking into Zone is like walk­ing into a brushed alu­minum and glass par­adise. I usu­al­ly get tempt­ed to tell the sales­per­son to pack up a room of sil­very pieces and ship it to my apart­ment. Every time I walk by Nick’s room, I become tempt­ed to redec­o­rate my own, see­ing as how he has a match­ing futon, dress­er, com­put­er desk, and chair. My room lacks per­son­al­i­ty, although the light­ing is now at a state that I can be com­fort­able.