Sweedish chefs, suede futons. Thanks for the ride, IKEA

First time visiting IKEA ... it's like a maze. I half expected ABBA to pop out of one of the demos and ask me to take a chance on some sleekly designed chair, or couch. This is the kind of place that could induce one hell of a panic attack in a person, only to drive you forward, deeper into the labrynth and make you strain every muscle in your body lifting heavy objects from the self-serve furniture warehouse. Because that's what happened to me. Minus the panic attack.

I did get a pretty sweet bed and dresser in the process. Hopefully all of the pieces are there and nothings broken. More on that in a few days when I get around to actually putting this all together.