But, having busy friends and being alone most of the week, it's hard to do any substantial things without a car or an extra set of man-arms. Ikea trips have to be spread-out and frequent. Grocery store trips have to be focused and list-centric.
I'm trying to figure how to tie together items with twine and innovation so that I may carry my wares like a baby through a crowded village. Ex. Picture frames, unassembled chairs, desks, or bookcases.

This probably sounds really complicated and you may be thinking "And that's why I have a CAR, and YOU'RE an idiot." To that I say, "Is this where you wanna be when Jesus comes back -- makin' fun o' poor little ol' Joe Dirt?"

P.S. At work I get nervous and anxious, so my stomach makes unspeakable noises all day long. My cube neighbors must think I'm always hungry or always about to release the most heinous fart known to man.
It's a struggle I live with every day. First-world problem. Real talk.