You see, there was the small matter of my desk. I refused to use it. I would hide on my couch and avoid it as much as possible. I couldn’t get myself to sit at that damn desk and write. I thought about it for a long while, and decided the problem was the desk itself. It was one of those fancy adjustable desks. It could lift itself up quite high, but it wouldn’t go down low enough for my liking. That put upward pressure on my arms, which pushed on my shoulders, which I believe to be the ca...
