All I Want For Wednesday Is...

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.