the hairdresser had some curtains to hang in her new room. the curtains will separate her room from the adjacent living room -- i think at some point in time, her new room was actually the dining room. i just tried to draw a picture, but it was lame. anyway, here's the point of this post: we needed a drill to drill some pilot holes to then screw in the
curtain wire thing. (this curtain wire thing was the bane of our existence. you need to have the sharpest wire cutters ever made, the patience and steady hands of a neurosurgeon, and you need to be
really secure in your relationship with your partner, because assembling this thing could lead to divorce if you're not careful. christ.)
andrea, her roommate, has a drill, but the charger doesn't work and it's dead. my roommate karey has a drill, but she doesn't know where the charger is -- when i asked her about it, she said it's in a compartment in the drill, at which point i had to explain to her that no, that's, actually, the battery. so. yeah.
so i went to target and bought myself a motherfucking POWER DRILL! i almost got a cordless one, but then realized that it would probably need to be charged for at least 12 hours and this was becoming such a hassle, with dead batteries and chargers and shit. so i bought a corded one! for $10 less than the cordless!
and let me say something: it's so cool! i own my own power tool! and i knew how to use it!
i don't usually care about things like that -- it's so stereotypical that i should like a power tool, being a lesbian and all, and let's face it, i'd rather have a new pair of shoes than an electric dill, let's be honest. but still!
in other news, today i'm a wearing a flannel shirt. um...