it must be the madness

So I finally realized that I can’t go on with that big broken bed frame in my room so I took it apart. By hand. All alone.

Handyman Danny to the rescue!

Let’s just say that it was a long and grueling process full of curses and urges to plunge the screwdriver through my chest. That is, the screwdriver that I BROKE on a very stubborn nail. I waned to kick that nail’s ass, but if I did I wouldn’t be able to reconstruct my bed with the fixed pieces.

So, now my bed is laying in various pieces against the far wall of our basement, lonely and in tons of pieces. It’s quite sad, really.

My mattress, however, is laying right where it used to be, just without the supporting bedframe. It’s just a mattress with the sheets and linens on the floor.

How ghetto!