This weekend marked the end of the short life of my second American chair. I know it's sad but try to hold back the tears. This post (and the last one, which I wrote a draft of last night, but typed this evening) were made sitting cross-legged on the floor, with my laptop sitting on the coffee table.
For the record, the furniture remaining in my apartment is: one futon, one coffee table, one TV stand and two shelving units. A little sparse you might say. Still it does give me an excuse to go downstairs to the bar, when I want to sit on something which isn't the floor.
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I'm intrigued: what do you do to your furniture?
I have two main furniture problems. Firstly, I neglect to buy enough of the damn stuff to make it seems like someone actually lives in my apartment, as opposed to just squatting there. Secondly, I have this nasty habit of sitting on the chairs that I do buy, and after some time they have a nasty habit of collapsing.
So do you need to buy better chairs, or eat fewer pies?
Probably both. The former might be more achievable.
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