FML.

[apocalypsos]

I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home and picked up a pair of cheap black bookshelves, came home, lugged both boxes upstairs, dragged the old computer desk out into the office from the living room, opened the first bookshelf, assembled it, spent a good half-hour going through my paperwork tossing out old story notes and drafts and whatnot, put my notebook collection and disaster books and reference books on the shelves, dragged my five full garbage bags worth of spring cleaning out to the curb, came back upstairs, plopped down on the floor to put together the second bookshelf ...

... aaaaaaaand discovered that not only had I grabbed a bookshelf that must have been returned to the store, but I grabbed one where one of the boards had a broken corner and the nails, screws, and directions were all missing.

URGH. Talk about stopping my ferocious cleaning spree dead in its tracks.