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Would you guys believe me if I told you my bed fell apart last night?

I have an Ikea bed, and the cross-struts have apparently come unscrewed. Leading to two of the support bars coming unscrewed, leading to the headboard falling off.

I am counting my week as starting last Monday, the 9th, and since then it has been a disaster mitigated only by the awesomeness of C2E2 and the joy of starting to post the new edited Dead Isle. You can find Chapter One here, by the way.

If I can survive until 4pm today, I'll have two whole days of freedom.

...in which to repair my bed, try to finish the Roman epic, and pull a play together for submission in two weeks.

Oh good. Because life was too easy, before.

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So, there was this package...

Me: Awkward, I saw this in your mailbox, thought I'd bring it to you.
Awkward Coworker: What is it?
Me: I don't know. Open it, I want to see!
Awkward Coworker: Oh wow, it's uh. Brackets?
Me: Did you order those?
Awkward Coworker: No...brackets and a bracket catalogue! Score!
Me: Your last name is [Jones], right?
Awkward Coworker: No...it's [Smith]. Oh, this package is for...someone else...
Me: ...oh my god. I knew that. I know your last name. What the hell is wrong with me?
Awkward Coworker: *endless loling*

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THE BED IS FIXED. And I didn't break any limbs! Almost broke the modem, almost broke the bed, probably scared the fuck out of my downstairs neighbors, but I fixed the god damned bed.

And rotated my mattress while I was at it!

The issue, it turns out, is with Ikea cutting one of the bed-boards too short; the board kept slipping and falling onto the strut, which put pressure on the metal and pulled the screw out. I realise nobody can see this in their minds right now, but the important part is that I managed to secure the board in place with duct tape, LIKE A BOSS, so it won't happen again.

Now I am going to spend the entire weekend sleeping in my newly-repaired bed.

And nursing my bruises.