You're Coming Home With Me

Little Hercules strikes again.
Found a table in front of the 7-11 at midnight.
Since I've been looking for a desk for a month or so, it seemed like fate. Desk directly in my path=meant to be.
So I dragged the damned thing home and up two treacherous flights of stairs. Even with the pushups I've been doing, I had to stop 5 times in one block.
I'm afraid it might be much worse an idea than it seemed in the wet dark.
Let the morning decide.