The Bloody Doors Off

Today I installed a keyboard tray under my computer desk. 99%. A neighbour helped drill the holes so I could screw the final pieces in. (I’d loaned out my drill.)

Seriously. This is a big deal for me. It went almost flawlessly, and when I hit that moment where I could progress no further on my own, I didn’t get pissed off. Didn’t get frustrated and throw a tantrum. (Should’ve seen me with the air conditioner last summer; great model, floor model, but getting the hose into the slot and putting it in the window had me cursing a blue streak.) I examined my options. I made phone calls. I asked the guy next door.

And I got it done.

I got the motherfucking thing done.

This gives me hope.