Top Gun

So...today. Apparently, today was the day that I was subconsciously planning on sabotaging myself to the point of being ready to throw a sheet of plywood across the shop at about 1:15 PM. You know one of those days on which you've allotted yourself, say...an hour and a half to get something done and it ends up taking oh, I don't know...six. I was trying to put together three pieces of plywood to make a desk top that is sort of L-shaped. Well, to make a long story short, I spent 6 hours squaring up one side and then squaring up another (all in pencil of course because had I been making cuts this desk would have been perfectly sized for a macaque).

So, around 1:20, I sat myself down and said, "I'm holding on too tight. I've lost the edge." Oh, wait, that was Cougar in Top Gun. My bad. Actually, I told myself I had two options. I could suck it up, get it as close as possible and move on because no one but me was going to care. Or I could kick my own ass much like Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar or Edward Norton in Fight Club. I chose option number one all the while knowing the financial gain I could make selling tickets to option number two.

Moral of the story...eh.