December Wasteland
Sparing you the details, I ended up busting open my controller and replaced the spring with one I fashioned from the spring of a fucking pen I'd stolen from a fucking bar at some point in the past year. Easier said than done.
And then I proceeded to waste an embarrassing, irresponsible number of hours struggling to reassemble the controller.
The take-away? Time is precious and I've an incredible ability to piss it away on frivolous procrastination projects.
But hey, the right trigger on my PS3 controller is working a lot tighter now.
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