I just spent three hours laying in bed, staring at my ceiling, mentally demoing and reconstructing the closets in the master bedroom (think: barn doors flanked by built-ins) and trying to summon enough willpower not to buy a 75% off cordless stapler from a shady online retailer through my iPad. I’m pretty sure I didn’t go through with the transaction, but twice in the last two weeks I’ve been surprised by packages on my front porch that contained items I’m 100% sure were purchased after midnight, and only 63% sure were actually purchased by me. (What? That cat is a sneaky bastard.)
The first package was this light, and the second was a six-foot tall chalkboard that I came home to today…
(More on my plans for this baby later.)
This is what happens when Power Tool Junkie meets Insomniac, and it ain’t pretty. What I would really like more than anything right now is to be well rested, but I’m settling for eating a banana pancake and writing what is sure to be the least coherent post ever published on this website instead.
So, let’s have a little late-night therapy session and talk about some of the big things my brain is debating right now that may or may not be contributing to my 2AM carb binges:
1.) I need a staple gun. Cord or no cord?
Let’s not count all of the many things I need a staple gun for, suffice it to say I do. And I effing love my Paslode cordless finish nailer, so I’ve been thinking if I’m going to buy a staple gun, I’m going to go with this the Passlode 16ga cordless version.
But when you go cordless, you pay for cordless, and this baby will run me at least $350-400.
On the other hand, I could get a good Bostitch model that hooks up to the air compressor for $100-150. The problem is that I hate the air compressor. I hate lugging it around. I hate the noise of it. I hate disentangling myself from the cord every five seconds. And I especially hate using it inside.
I’m kind of thinking if I’m price-conscious now and go with the pneumatic version, there’s still a high-likelyhood that I’ll trip over the cord, chip a tooth, and then go buy the cordless version out of spite, but the upshot is that the corded versions come in an 18ga, instead of the 16 ga Passlode.
So basically what I’m saying is I need one of each. For every tool that ever existed.
2.) Every girl needs her own truck. Probably.
One of the things I didn’t think all the way through when I moved out of my last house (and relationship) was that I also lost easy access to a pickup truck. So here’s where I’m at right now: Love the big yellow SUV but I drive 100 miles to and from work every day, so I’m paying a shitload in gas money every month. She’s a good work vehicle except if you need full sheets of drywall or plywood, and then you’re screwed.
So I’ve been thinking that what I need to do is buy an old work truck (primarily for stuff around the property and random trips to Lowe’s) and then trade the SUV in for something more gas efficient for the long haul to my day job and back. I mean I have a barn that is essentially a 30 car garage, I need to start filling that baby up.
Then I think on it for 3 days and decide, no, my SUV is paid off so I might as well just keep it and get myself a little 5×8 trailer for hauling larger items, especially since we’re coming up on winter and that 4WD is nice to have on my primary vehicle when the roads are bad.
Then my grandpa finds a good deal on an old truck and I get my checkbook ready and go take a look at it, thinking I’m about to be a proud truck owner, but I just can’t pull the trigger. And then the debate cycle starts all over again. This is what it’s like being in the head of a crazy person.
So we’re going to a police impound auction on Saturday, and you guys know what happened the last time I was involved in an auction? Yeah. I’m going to come home with a small fleet of dump-trucks probably.
3.) What the shit do I start next?
This is really probably my biggest issue right now, even though I’m pretty sure the whole car/truck debate is giving me a spasm on the entire left side of my face.
I know I need to finish some projects up before I start a new big endeavor around the house, but even though I’ve made lists and said I’ve made decisions, I still haven’t really settled on my next move. The big debate seems like it’s kitchen vs. master bed/bath, but there are a couple of other substantial projects I could throw in the mix like refinishing the parlor and entry floors or putting hardwood in the upstairs hallway. I kind of want to go for the quickest win right now, but I don’t even know what that would be at this point. So instead I painted the little downstairs hallway last weekend and then bought a six-foot chalkboard. Which basically makes no sense, but hey, I’ve inhaled quite a bit of sawdust in the last couple of years and you just can’t expect me to be All There all the time, okay?
So that’s what is keeping me up at night (well, and the fact that I’m totally chemically imbalanced), what about you?