First I spent $75 on a used loft bed that’s missing the specialized tool to tighten the bolts.
Then I tried to assemble it on the instructions promise that it can be set up to face either way, but found out that in fact it can’t because if I face it the way I want to, the holes are a millimeter off, meaning I can’t put the screw in which means the whole thing collapes and gashes my knee open and I realized that setting it up to face this way is hopeless and I’ll have to put it where the giant book case is but the boxes are still in the way and I can’t unpack because the bed is taking up too much room and I can’t put the bed there because the boxes are taking up too much room and I can’t move the bookcase anyway and Mr. Frumples is dead.
And then I cried.
And then Aurora came over and took me to get ice cream, and we debated about whether or not women in the gym shower would let you measure their vagina, in exchange for a free slurpee.
I love Aurora.
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