Also, what happened in the first few minutes of Lost? Was it important? Was it interesting? I came in during the first commercial break.
Last night I went to put my new side table together and learned that it is not one of the ones for which Ikea provides the little twisty screwdriver thing which is the only tool required for construction. No, this table wanted a real screwdriver and a wrench. Which I do not own. Luckily, I was expecting to see psychephage anyway, and he was kind enough to oblige by bringing me the things I need. And now my table is together and sturdy and I am pleased.
Of course, this morning, on the way to my shower, I noticed a box in the utility room on which was piled a bunch of tools. Including, naturally, a wrench and a couple of screwdrivers. So it turns out that I am a little bit stupid. But just a little bit.