Yesterday I built a dresser, all by myself. I'm kinda proud of myself, especially since I had to scrounge around the communal basement for tools. On that note, I'd like to give a shout out to whoever left that fake Leatherman at the Saloon that one night. Thanks, dude - you are the reason I have an assembled dresser, instead of a pile of particle board on my floor.

Particle board is a little depressing, though, I must say. It looks like real wood from the front, but when one looks at it from the side one remembers their station in life. Oh well. I guess the way the economy is going I should be grateful for a particle board dresser. Pretty soon civilization is going to collapse and I'll be burning it for fuel.