Self-Destructive Passion Project

Loaded up my rucksack after work and walked another load of stuff over to the house, this time I was also ready to murder that wardrobe. I finally know what a protagonist in a Darren Aronofsky feels like, because fixing that wardrobe become a self-destructive passion project of mine today. I was tinkering and screwing/unscrewing every possible bit until I at long last managed to fix it! It came at a cost though, my muscles are already aching from lifting and shifting a triple wardrobe by myself and I already know I'm going to be in agony come the morning. At least I can rest easy knowing another job is done.