The Story of a Girl, a Drill and a Dream . . .
. . . At the suggestion of a friend and the incredibly concerned staff at my local hardware retail giant I took home a jazzy little 12v drill. They said it was all I'd need. Wide-eyed and eager, I thanked them for their help and skipped home. My new purchase even came with a cool carrying case (their words) and tons of tiny drill bits that all lined up in neat little rows. I was so excited. And completely deluded. [ . . . ]