So Stefan and I went to IKEA last night to get some things.
Except I didn't have enough of some things and I forgot others (including a large bookshelf), so I had to go back today. By myself.
See, I'm overhauling my closet (because I have too many clothes/shoes and refuse to get rid of them), and I can't do anything until I have this bookcase put together.
So I bought this bookcase. Hauled it all the way across the parking lot, in the pouring rain, and took it home.
I opened the package and took out all the pieces.
Only to find out that one of the pieces has a huge chunk smashed out of it.
So I had to return it. This would be my second visit to IKEA in an hour. By a person who suffers from an anxiety disorder and who can't handle crowds. Solo.
I can't get the damned pieces to fit back in the goddamned box.
So I slash the box, jam things back in, and tape it the hell up.
Oh yeah, and it's still pouring.
I haul all 20kg of the damned thing back through that hellish parking lot and stand in line to return it, which wasn't a big deal. Some brawny man gave me another one and I hauled it across the parking lot again. I'm so wet and overheated with my exhertions that I immediately fog up my windows.
Then I run out of fuel.
So I get home - eventually. Actually, it only took an hour. It just felt like longer. I guess hell is like that.
And I make myself some tea. And I begin the assembly. All pieces are in good working order. I'm following the directions closely, because I had a mishap with the first one of these I put together a little while ago.
I'm nailing the back board into place as I finish my tea when something grabs my attention. I immediately start swearing and jumping up and down, waving my hammer, my mouth and hands full of nails.
I've put the damned thing together backwards.
So that's where I am right now. I have to take the entire thing apart and start again.
I think I should just go back to bed. It's such a nice, rainy day.