Have you ever gotten a bike?
If you're anything like me.
(And let's prey to god that you're not.)
You find the cleanest, most squarical box on the shelf and take it home.
Place it ever so gently into the trunk, so as not to damage the geometric shape.
Take it home, and quickly (ruthlessly) rip it open.

No box cutters.
No knife.
No problem.

And you spare a withering glance at the perfectly packaged instructions.
Ensconced in cellophane, I can see it now.
And immediately begin to grab nuts and bolts and put the object together without another thought.

Only to find that you've created a exceptional piece of modern art rather than a mode of transportation.

In a nutshell, that's how I feel right now.
Confused, tired... and a little amused.
But, honestly.
I wish I had read the instructions.