I have this big piece of antique furniture that I bought that had a leg damaged in shipping. I have been lying to myself for a year now saying I would find someone to create a new leg to match and fix it. Tonight I decided: fuck it. It’s serving me no purpose propped up in storage and if I was going to logistically find someone to actually fix it, it would have happened by now. No one wants big dark wood furniture enough to buy it and fix it. So I took a hammer to the other feet of that bitch and evened her right out. Going to get it set up now but man do I feel the power surging through me