After dragging it out to my porch and collecting various implements of destruction, I approached the subject. I stopped for a short remembrance, of the time that discordian and I, along with the rest of the band, dragged the remains of his dying waterbed out to the parking lot of his apartment complex and pulled it apart...and did the same with my bookcase not too long aftertwards. Ahh, good times. In the right frame of mind (quietly humming Megadeth's 'Symphony Of Destruction' to myself', I pulled out the long, serrated knife, and started hacking at the cushions. Bug came out and had a ball pulling out the voluminous amounts of stuffing, having a blast. Once done, though, work began in earnest. After about another half hour of assorted abuse with wrenches, hammers, and sheer muscle, it no longer resembled a couch, but rather a collection of scrap. I'll start dragging bits and pieces to the dumpster tomorrow; for now, I'm enjoying the pile of bits and hardware. Order into chaos.
In other news, it's the last night on the crappy mattress...tomorrow is the delivery of my new one...looking forward to it!