I fudged up, guys. No, I didn't drug an entire bachelor party and lose my best pal, but I did set up my workshop like a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
Just look at that. Gross. I have virtually no work surface so I sit on the floor like a poor, and I covered that floor with gym mats?! What was I thinking? I took a long ride on a scooter and did some soul-searching and arrived at the conclusion that I must unfuck this unholy disaster before the ghost of Bob Vila comes to haunt me. Bob isn't dead, I know, but the sight of this might kill him.
I got to work and took a huge first step in making this a workshop instead of a storage shed. There is a lot more to do but as Bob as my witness it will get done and it will be glorious.
Also, I got a giant 8-foot level and the haters are FURIOUS (I look great btw).