I determined where the bookshelf would go  along with the desk  facing the window  above the foliage that would inspire poetry to make Antonin Artaud and Octavio Paz week in unison in their graves  and then of course the bed  maybe a palatial king-size  where I would roll about with creatures to tempt angels and demons alike  a bathroom in tones of green and yellow  two sinks side by side  an oval tub that could easily seat two adults and into which I would plunge each of my future conquests and myself along with them  a separate toilet with a bookshelf that went right to the ceiling  where I would place my collections of Diplo and Politics  my graphic novels  and the girlie magazines I intended to acquire