Do you know what I want more than anything? No, not world peace.
Well, yeah, world peace, but no. That's not what I'm talking about.
Not unconditional love, or anything like that. No, what I really want more than anything in the world is
a writing desk.
But not just any old desk. A good, old fashioned solid oak desk with lots of nooks and crannies, and drawers, and cubbyholes, and one secret-- super secret-- drawer specially made for my fake leather journal with a ribbon marker.
Calliope doesn't like keyboards.
Calliope likes pen and paper, and old fashioned writing desks.