I’ve officially moved back to school! My last day of work was the second and I was up here by 3 on the third. Dharyll, Star and I drove my sweet NOS accessorized Subaru up to Olympia crammed full of laundry, knick-knacks and people with a boxed and shrink-wrapped futon strapped to the roof. It poured and poured just about the whole way down, complete with scary wind and mysterious skittery-tappy-rolly noises coming from the roof. It was sort of like that Simpson’s Halloween episode where the little gremlin is crawling around on the outside of the school bus holding Flanders’s head. But not, because there wasn’t a gremlin… details schmetails. Anyway, we made it in one piece, hauled all the boxes and packages into the house and left only a moderate dirt/water trail into the living room. Dharyll and I managed to huck the metal frame up first and then the mattress. It turns out that I have almost no upper-body strength. I don’t think I could lift anything bigger than a bunny in my arms…. But that’s okay because what else could I possibly want to lift? Bunnies are pretty much the beginning and end of that spectrum for me.
“Groceries? No, thanks, I don’t think I can lift those, I’ll just stick to this bunny that I’ve got in my arms, thanks anyway. You have fun with those.”
Anyway, so we got those up and unpacked. Apparently that bed frame comes with three different screws. One kind is clearly identified by their slightly pointy ends. I got that. The other two are more subtle. There’s a difference of, like, 1/5 of an inch which is ridiculous. I should be able to just cram the screw in there and twirl the little wrenchy thing around and it should magically a.) fit and b.) require no more strength than what I’ve got in my pointer finger. But no, I actually have to stop, look at the little instructions, realize that they have drawings of the screws, including life-size drawings to illustrate the differences and exert more effort and time than the two seconds I actually put into it. Which is exactly why Dharyll was there. So while he was diddling around with that I started to unpack the most inappropriate things. Like picture frames. And socks. But whatever, they’ve all got to be unpacked eventually. It’s like eating… it doesn’t matter what order it goes in, it all ends up the same. Or something.
Assemblage. The right way. Where's the excitement in that?
End product, three days later. So far, it's pretty sweet. a little barren, but I got a plant which makes things instantly better. I'll do a tour once the
barrenness has worn off.
" Mmmphh... I'm Monty, the coolest man-bunny in the world. Mmmphhh." Because that's what he'd say if he could talk people. 
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