My Hideous, Comfortable Gamer Chair Fills Me With Existential Dread
For nearly 20 years, I’ve been sitting in the same piece of shit: a gray swivel chair that I got at Target as a teenager. It creaks if you look at it; it’s covered in enormous amounts of my hair. It does not do my body any favors. Very possibly it has been exacerbating my depression. This is stupid—my job is almost…
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