It's the small battles.

Q: How many KMargses does it take to screw in a light bulb?

My room has sockets for four lights in the tall ceiling, but only two had functioning bulbs in them. In all truthiness, one of the "sockets" is a gaping hole and has been covered in very attractive black electrical tape. Tired of the imbalance in my room, I resolved this morning to conquer my fear of heights, bust out with the ladder in the basement and fix that third light.

I was thorough in my preparations for setting up the ladder to ensure that I would not fall off and break my neck. Then I gingerly ascended the eight-foot ladder...that shit's scary, man! Once I came in arm's reach of the offending light bulb, I attempted to unscrew it. However, the bulb seemed a bit cozy in its home and was unwilling to come out. Since the lights are recessed in the ceiling and I could only screw that damn bulb out a fraction of a centimeter at a time, I knew the ladder was going to be my new home for a good fifteen minutes.

Love it.
Own it.

Just don't look down...

After a bit of sweet talking and pleading, it finally came out, and I quickly screwed in the new bulb. After making my victorious decent, I went for the glorious test-run...which was anything but glorious as the light did not turn on!

Eye-rolling ensued.

Unwilling to admit defeat, I trudged back down into the basement to get a different kind of light bulb. I mustered up the courage to venture back up that ladder. In much the same fashion (but perhaps a bit more experienced this time), I extracted the bulb I had just installed and replaced it with the second new one.

With a cliche "And God said, let there be light!" I flicked on the switch...

...and there was light.

A: One. Because KMargs is a badass.