Unfortunately, apartment dwellers don't really need power tools so we had to hit up the Depot and rent an orbital sander. The ironic thing was that we got this at Sahar's insistence, yet I was the one who ended up with the forearms of a 14-year old who just went on a sick-day vhs porn bender. (I never actually did this though. Prove I did). Like pounding High Live's, it wasn't a quick fix, but it did the trick.
