Saturday, April 28, 2007

Broked

I live at my computer desk. I nearly live with my fingers attached to my keyboard. (Don't judge me, you're just jealous.)

Anyway, even when I'm not actually using the computer, I sit in the office chair at the desk. I normally flip the chair around to face Tom, or move the chair beside his bed.

Today, I decide I'm going to turn my chair around and play a little on the guitar. I've been expanding my song list, working on smoothing out some chord changes. It ain't easy. (Did you know that playing guitar actually works muscles?! My left arm hurts something ferocious!!)

So, I casually turn the chair around, guitar in hand, and start to play a chord.

At nearly that exact moment, I must of leaned onto the arm of the desk chair. Suddenly, I hear this horrendous crack and I start to fall backwards.

Somehow, in that split second, I've done this amazing matrix-like maneuver, holding the guitar away from everything in the process of me catching myself mid-fall. Tom stared at me, absolutely astonished.

I have to admit, I was pretty impressed too.

Except, now I have a broken office chair. Which means I'm forced to sit up straight, with both feet on the floor while I type.

I can hear my 10th grade typing teacher applauding the fact that the chair is broken, while saying something about 'good posture'.

Whatever.

I'm not thrilled.

Anybody got a spare office chair they're willing to ship to me?

2 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

Sigh...that's why we can't have nice things...

Sheila said...

I've heard that more than once in my life for some reason...