m: look, look, i finally fixed it!
m: oops

I snagged these drills with the tool chest I picked up almost a month ago, but I didn’t have it in me to go scavenging for the proper-sized screws. I finally got sick of looking at my broken towel rack (it’s right in front of the toilet and reminded me of my laziness every day for over a year, I KNOW) so I grabbed the drills and bits and located some screws and fixed it up in about ten minutes.

I went out to the garage to put the drills back, and I was so preoccupied by my self-satisfied smugness that I knocked a hand saw onto my foot. This is pretty much me in a nutshell: I’m totally capable. Except when I’m totally not. And I take both facets of my personality very seriously. (I’m aiming for a 90/10 split.)