January 12, 2007
I sat down in my chair yeasterday at work. Nothing about this activity should make it anything other than completely mundane. I mean, it's a chair, right?
The dang thing broke in two, snapping where the seat part meets the on-wheels part. As the chair tried unsuccessfully to fold itself in half, I whacked my head on the desk (I have a nice knot there now). I'm using in a borrowed chair for right now, with no armrests. But since it isn't worn out like the old one was it's actually doing a better job of supporting my back.
Y'know, if I wasn't already on a diet I think that would have been a good signal to start one. But still, I sat down and the chair broke. Not a good way to up one's self-esteem.
(And the diet? 228 pounds now. And since the number of points I get to consume in a day is partially based on floor(weight / 10) I now get to eat just a little bit less.)
