The empty space between my head is into funky designer chairs like these.

Going to work and pretending I’m a mature, responsible, semi-reasonable person who gives a damn about stuff is starting to tire me out. The empty space between my head needs to relax and has cultivated a taste for chairs. I’m not talking about normal everyday chairs. The empty space between my head is into funky designer chairs like these:

I'm as broke as a spoke in a wheel with broken spokes and can't afford any of these chairs but that's not what bothers me. What scares the bejaysus outta me is the third chair that the empty space between my head has chosen. It differs to the other chairs in that it's an electric chair. I can only assume that the empty space between my head is trying to tell me something but I can't quite figure out what it is! Bill Y