I have been vanquished by it however. Mine ass has been slaughtered by strange pictographs and pieces that fit neatly the absolute wrong way, broken screws and general difficulty. I need sleep. I have no bed. The floor wins.
That could be a haiku with a few more syllables. I need sleep. I'm going to start heading in that direction. At least the bed will look badarse when I'm done with it. When, not if. But I'm still really miffed at that stinking broken screw.