so who's the wise guy...

Herman Miller Direct?

what, do we want to be browsed by fashion conscious yuppies? is this some kind of 'let's test google' thing?

to whomever i talked to while scared shitless about the prospect of having yet another tube coated steel rod plunged into my chest thanks for your patience and support. if i did not talk to you please do not take it personally and see the above 'scared shitless' bit. i am feeling much better having slept about 90% of this weekend and not worrying about shit the other 10%. the white wine currently making my stomach all warm and settled will soon help me be all warm and settled in my bed-on-the-floor and i shall sleep to wake as if none of this ever happened, only to be reminded that it did when i talk to a cardio-thoracic surgeon tomorrow. i believe that i shall take up the trombone as my father swears by it for making good strong lungs.

poor pablo.

P.S.ok, so i get it now. it's the chairs.