My days have been grounded in alternately working hard and then lounging and doing nothing, dumbly, on my new couch. I am not burdened by an obsession with material objects, but I can connect with things of quality on a cellular level. With that said, this Dania couch is the new little life-temple that I'm worshipping at.
On a side note, how creepy is it that I cohabitate next to a couple fucking carnivores with razor sharp incisors and maybe, just maybe, one of them might go berzerk someday and decide to breakfast on the flesh inside my skull or something. Nah ... ?