There is something about suspending something in mid air and rescuing a choking room from the clutter lodged in its corners. It’s like the day after the worst day of a cold and you cough and fire out this huge wad of yellow-hard stuff that you just know should not have been there in the first place, and you feel accomplished in having rid yourself of it forever.
This weekend I mounted my TV to the wall. It involved drilling 3/4″ holes through drywall and metal, using toggle bolts, and the brute strength of a friend. Sure it doesn’t sound that difficult, but there were numerous obstacles I had to overcome throughout the course of putting this thing up that were a pain in my butt.
Now that it’s up, I have no need for a huge corner desk, a desktop computer, and the endless amounts of trash I would pile on top of said desk.
Anyway, here is a blurry picture taken by my shaky hand with my phone’s camera:
"said" woman says
You lost me somewhere around drilling, drywall, metal, and toggle. Surely, you can just pay someone to do these things?
You live in a closet. Literally and figuratively, Homo.