right now i get annoyed that i don't have a proper lock on it to keep everyone out of there. it's full of other people's stuff. we've put my drum kit in there, and now that the meds are getting out of my system i seem to be full of frenetic energy and feel once again the desire to be noisy. i also keep my books in there and would like a better desk so i can get around to all the writing i mean to do between paying bills and such.