I Tried To Be A Real Man (at Least As Much Of A Real Man I Could Achieve , Lol) And Fix My Doorknob All

I tried to be a real man (at least as much of a real man I could achieve , lol) and fix my doorknob all by myself because it wasn't closing properly and the wind from having my windows kept opening it, and you would not believe the journey I went on.

I ran up and down the stairs trying to find a screwdriver, then I had to go into my very creepy crawl space that I swore I would never explore (that place is creepier than my basement and is so small that someone as short as me has to crouch down to even fit in there. I was folded in half the entire time I was walking and I refused to crawl on my knees so I had squat the entire time I was searching for the damned drill), and after all of that I kept running up and down the stairs because I kept needing something (more drill bits, a cloth to clean it because it was rusted to all hell, and some pliers to fix the spring). In the end I did fix it, for the most part. The spring is bound to snap soon, but it's from 1910, it was bound to break eventually.

Long story short, I can figure out how to fix things, but it takes me twice as long because I never know where anything is.