...or maybe I'm just mad because I can't seem to get anything done on the timetable I'd like.
Hello friends in LA with a large car or truck who want to help me go pick up a 4x2x2 feet block of fiberglass board insulation: you'll make me so happy if you can sort this out by, oh, 2 p.m. It's the last major thing I need to get in order to get this god-forsaken project of a studio done. Well...last thing to get. Then I still have to cover the boards with fabric and build two more basstraps, and then put the damned mess up...but then I'll be rolling.
If I never have to wield a tool again in my life, that will be fine. My heart is breaking under the very thought of having yet more days of work. I hate this now. The worst part is being an idiot who owns a completely useless little car in which you can't put anything useful other than briefcases full of cash handcuffed to the wrist of a beautiful Russian girl whose name you learned while parked in the white zone of the Tom Bradley International terminal as the stern men in green vests look on and tow other cars because, well, their boss and I have an understanding.
No, this car is not good for transporting large, coarse blocks of dirty building materials.
And that means I'm a cripple who can't get the job done unless one of my knightly friends comes to the rescue.
