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February 17, 2014
I cannot sleep because I need a coat stand. Indirectly.
I can not find a coat stand I like and can afford. A normal person would just buy a fucking coat stand and not think about it.
So I spent an hour looking for a coat stand, rather than just purchasing the first one I found for a tenner on ebay.
I found nothing to make me happy. So I designed one. In my head.
Then I spent an hour working out where I could source the materials from.
Then I had a bit of a think about the fact I’m not very good with my hands.
Then finally I thought about how little spare time I have in which to build a fucking coat stand. This was upsetting because the one in my head is really nice and it would be a shame for it to not exist, and frankly I really want to build something. But by taking time out to learn how to and then build a coat stand I will be letting people down.
I should probably just buy a coat stand on ebay for a tenner.
The source of my insomnia is a coat stand. I am not normal.
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