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There's a light in the darkness of everybody's life.

This one'll be a quickie, I swear. I really can't afford to have y'all charge any extra....

So my manager was getting rid of a light-fixture-thing from the store and thought of Parker and me. She figured a creative person or two could find all kindsa neat ways of using it. Instead, she ended up with us.

Kidding, kidding...as far as I could tell it's some kind of 'light box'. You'd set it up and, possibly?, set it up with, like, letters...and stuff....and it would light them up? maybe?

Unfortunately my manager threw out all the stuff on how to set it up--and what the fucker's even supposed to look like when it's all set up. Joy

So my friend and I haul ass to get it all the way back to my house. It's heavy and it's big. We had to put down his back seat and force it through the trunk.

So we get it home. After some fuss, Parker and I pop the rest of the cardboard box open and take a look at the.....disappointment.

My guess is we're missing more than just the instructions--maybe like the whole rest of it, too. We don't even have the lights for this thing. Like, this was just the 'base'--the plywood back, the 6 black fluorescent light fixtures, and the plug/wiring. Oh, and another piece of plywood or three to hang/stand/something it. That's a whole lot of hauling for a whole lot of (basically) nothing....

We're not exactly sure what we want to do with it. Naturally we could still do something creative with it. Parker, of course, has let me down with unnaturally dull ideation. He wants to get normal fluorescent tubes, and hang the thing face up, and have it just be a light. Sigh, what am I going to do with this boy.

I'll probably talk to my boss about it at work today. That's something proactive! There's a second box, which we'd assumed was a second light thing like what I hauled home, but maybe it's the other half...? or maybe the rest is in some other box somewhere?

Oh well, speaking of work and today, I should get ready to head off.

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