Home improvement

I woke up yesterday in a state of despair so thorough--and so apparently sourceless--that the only thing for it was distraction. "I shall paint the bathroom!" I thought. "Lavender!"

Fifteen hours and two or three hundred dollars' worth of paint and fittings later, I had a bathroom devoid of hardware and lighting, and no more than two square feet of wall actually painted.

( Turns out it wasn't a job for the fainthearted. )

I just wanted to paint. Pretty color! New towel bars, y'know? Instead, I'm exhausted and annoyed, and I've got no place to hang my damn towels for at least a week.

I'll say this much: it totally took my mind off the despair.

The Ten Things Meme

Ten things I've done that others on my flist probably haven't. If that's so, it's owing less to any inherent interestingness of my life than to its sheer length. So far.

1. I've constructed a pillbox hat entirely of beads.

( a little doing, a little going, a couple of happy accidents... )


2. I've applied for a job with--and consequently had my phone tapped by--the CIA. (Can I prove that? Oh hell no. But sometimes I'd swear they're still listening.)