6/23/12
What the hell is it about do it yourself furniture that turns me into Mr. Hyde? I start cussing and hitting things with my fists like my name was Chris Brown, and eventually just grab my head with both hands and roll around on the ground amidst the allen wrenches and bolts sobbing in silent agony.
I put together a bunk bed today. It looks nice now, but the process was an ugly, ugly thing. Why expensive furniture comes in pieces, I don't know, but I swear if I ever get a divorce it will be because of unassembled furniture.
On a lighter note, I found out that I can get a delicious plate of Chicken and Waffles, which is my favorite food of all time, in Ojai. This makes the bed situation a wash.
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