God dammit

If I had to break my bed, I would've liked to be doing something other than sitting on it to make it happen >:/

BRB, attempting to extricate box springs from frame.

Edit: Dear Bed,

I would very much like not to have the method of putting you back together in my over-crowded room down to a science. It irks me.

On the other hand, I guess it's not so much the fact that I have said method down to a science as it is the need to have said method down to a science. And I suppose I should be relatively grateful I have this much hang of it after only two incidents.

Though I still resent the fact that I had two incidents in one night. That is patently ridiculous.

Please please please do not need to be fixed again for a while.

Yours,
Me