A desk. The thing that regular people sit at when they are using a computer, or reading a book, or writing something. It's a pretty regular thing to do, for regular people. I am not a part of the regular club.
A chair. I am also not a part of this prestigious club. Instead I sit on a cold hardwood floor and feel every pain and bruise forming on my ankle bones. And then, strangely enough, suddenly my ankle bones are connected to my shoulder bones and I feel it running ALLLL THROUGH ME!!
Maybe one day when I make my first million, I will buy myself a desk and chair. But only then.
