Just one?
I'll try to prioritise, then.
MY FUCKING DESK CHAIR JUST BROKE!!!
I'm not so fat anymore, either. I am down to two hundred five pounds, these days. Not really too bad for a wideman of barrel chest at five eleven (plus a bit, but there's no way I am six feet without cheating -
).
I think I overstresed that poor chair for months when I was in the two forty five range. It just chose today to throw in the towel.
Let me re-phrase ... I no longer sit in comfort. I am perched upon a folding chair as I type.
Thjis has got to be resolved.