Hummus and Cheap Furniture

I have garlic breath, and I still can't seem to put together a piece of cheap "some-assembly-required" furniture without royally fucking (sorry, Pisser... cocking) it up.

The former is due to the MASSIVE quantities of delicious garlic hummus I ate at Lynn and Susan's place tonight (last night they fed me spaghetti -- I like people who give me food!) while watching Euro Trip, which, while certainly not a cinematic masterpiece, was actually better than I thought it would be. Of course, I thought it would suck hairy llama ass, so my expectations weren't exactly high.

The latter is just another example of how pathetically oblivious I can be. I'm generally pretty on-the-ball, but I have the occasional REALLY ditzy moment. Like tonight, when I put the side panels of my new shelving unit on BACKWARDS so that the little holes that hold the pegs that support the shelves were facing the outside. So I had to dismantle the WHOLE THING and start again. This is the second time this exact thing has happened to me in the last week. I really should stop assembling furniture after 1am.

I'm also fairly certain that we've established a reputation among the neighbors as "those crazy chicks who hammer things in the wee small hours of the morning"... or maybe just "those damn loud bitches". Whatever. Good neighbor-relations are overrated. I bake so infrequently, what are the odds I'm gonna need to borrow a cup of sugar?