My bed with a sleeping kitten on it and a table with an alarm clock, my phone, a bottle of water, a sleeping sister, one of my PC speakers, my iPod docking station and my digital camera.
At the current moment, Warehouse 13, the show not the real thing of course if it were the real thing I would be saying a large sack o'loot and a very angry artie duct taped to his chair.
A Penny Arcade bag containing a signed poster, a small trash can, a box containing a malfunctioning external hard drive, a laundry basket full of stuff I need to give to charity, and a quarterstaff.
Let's see. A green wall, cream-coloured curtain, the arm of my sofa, and a book, with a mousemat on it, and a Razer Copperhead on that. All dimly lit by my laptop screen. Yes, I have a sofa-bed, I'm lying in it right now, and it's made of win.
I see a small folding table with newspaper laying on it like a table cloth. On it is an empty beer bottle, 3 empty Vitamin Water bottles, a small empty cup, some paintbrushes, nail clippers, and something like a dozen or so pots of Privateer Press paints.
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