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[which_chick]

How do things actually get done around here? Well, they take longer than you think.



I've needed new flannel sheets for a while, reason being that the *old* flannel sheets are about ten years old. One day some months ago, the top sheet ripped in my hands as I was tugging it up to my chin. Oops. (Stuff like this happens to me rather frequently. I also put my fingers through the tops of my socks more than two or three times a year. Apparently I tug with way more vigor than these products were designed to handle.) Anyway, I've been living with unreplaced-tattered-flannel sheets for a while, now, despite repeated efforts to actually BUY sheets. And it's cold. I'd like flannel sheets.

How long has the sheet situation sucked? Since before mid-December, apparently. Inertia is a way of life in these parts. I've honestly kind of wanted nice, new sheets since the hysterectomy. (I figured that there was no point in buying nice, new sheets until I wasn't going to be bleeding all over the fucking things.) While I am perfectly willing to spend upwards of two hundred dollars on threadcounts and flannel weights that are, honestly, embarrassingly lush, I am not going to do it if there is any chance at all that said threadcounts and flannel weights will be immediately fucked up.

Also, the bedframe is falling apart and will not withstand vigorous fucking or even reasonably enthusiastic wanking. It wobbles. I've got the box spring propped up on stacks of books (that I could otherwise be reading and perhaps that is where some of the better porn has gotten to...) and this is just an unlovely state of affairs. I'm too old for the up-on-blocks furniture lifestyle. *sigh* I've got a charged power screwdriver in the truck and I rather think that perhaps this would be a fine evening for disassembling the bed and fix0ring it. With power tools. Of course, this is just in case I wind up with the sort of life where I might be engaging in vigorous fucking in my own bed. (It could happen. Really. *sigh* Look. I'd like to pretend that it could happen, please, so will you just quit with the snickering and let me accomplish my home repairs?) I could also work on the bookcase-revamping project from, hell, months ago when it was nice out. Those have been (just so that you know) leaning against the wall in the living room since the linked post. Progress made? Half of the chipboard is off the backs of 'em. I've been using it to light fires with, a job to which it is eminently suited.

It isn't that I never get anything done. I get lots of things done. They just aren't always the things that I've been meaning to do. :)

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[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I have ordered sheets. They were expensive, but flannel! And plaid! And they'll probably last ten years like the last set, so not like it's very much money PER YEAR, right? I also bought some regular sheets because I was at the sheet-buying webpage and my regular sheets are also pretty damn crappy. Think of it as a lifestyle upgrade, here. (I also bought stripey sheets. Plaid AND stripey! I'm livin' large! Okay, they're all various shades of blue or blue-and-white, but patterns of any sort are a big step up, even geometric straight-line patterns in staid, masculine colors.)

On the fixing-the-bed front: I have two types of screws in my house: too long and too short. Bugger. (Please do not commence with the snickering. It's unbecoming. I'm talking about putting things together, here. There's wood invol... oh hell. Might as well snicker. I probably deserve it.)

I need to invest in some inch-and-a-half drywall screws. The entire world can be held together with same. I've made a note. Screws that say they're for wood or whatever? Don't bother. Drywall screws work great on wood.

In other news, bed frame is now fixed and way more rigid. (Haven't tested the bed yet, but in my search for proper screws, I turned up four brand new AA batteries. :P Some assembly required, as always.) I turned the box spring and mattress while I had everything apart. Bed still needs to be remade before bedtime.

If I planned better, I would have had the new sheets in hand before I took the bed apart so that I could remake it with my new flannel sheets after I fixed it. I'd also have had proper screws for this project. My planning sucks. On the other hand, if I wait until all elements are assembled and I've got Mercury Rising and Jupiter in the bed and breakfast of Lunacy (or similar), nothing ever gets done.

Also, I located Brother-the-younger's BSG DVDs, the ones I bought him replacements of here a couple of months ago. Guess where they were?

Next up: remake bed. Work on bookcase project. Do another load of laundry.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

What kind of asshole makes a pair of matching bookcases where the shelves in bookcase #1 are 1/8" longer than the shelves in bookcase #2? Fucking wanker.

[electroweak.livejournal.com]

They were expensive, but flannel! And plaid! And they'll probably last ten years like the last set, so not like it's very much money PER YEAR, right?

You and Sam Vimes agree.