Ima hijack this hugfest cause I need to rant for a second, get some stress off me.
You ever have one of those fucking nights? You know the kind - one of those nights where you get something you're super excited about, put off playing with it to get all your shit straight and everyone happy and content so you can get a few minutes to yourself to play with yourse-- I mean, your new thing. So you get it going and you want to wrap some coils for it. Start out with some clapton wire, everything's going wrong from the get go - wrong wrapping, wrong twists, nothing sits right. Try and cinch it together a little and there goes one of your coils. So you wrap a new one that doesn't want to cooperate, you bonker through getting both of these infernal little fuckups pulled out of there and chunked - no saving any of that shit. Start new. I swear to God Almighty Above, I'm dropping every-godamned-thing I touch. Juice, coils, wire cutters, COTTON SO MUCH FLUFFED OUT FUCKED UP FAILED WICKS I mean seriously, folks, it's one of those nights.
I putz my way through rolling two decently okay mirrored coils - by some stroke of dumbass luck. Got 'em glowing, nice, got 'em in sync, nice, got a low-as-shit read on it but, hey, whatever - go big or go home. Or, actually, it's something along the lines of "whatever, it's done." Finally get them wicked, none of my fancy-schmancy shit is cooperating with me so it's good ol' padded Japanese (I think) stuff, get it wicked. Get the tails snipped, get wicks just right. Fuck yeah, this is turning out a lot better than I thought!
Let's just shake up this bottle of juice and throw it all the way across the goddamned room, nail my Fuchai and Griffin deck off a window sill, coil-face-first into the floor. Batteries flying everywhere, coils fucked... fuckin'...fuck.
Just having one of those fucking nights.
Alright, I'm done. You may resume grab-ass. I may actually join in tonight.