chronas

Oh. Where do I start.
Today was enlightening, to say the least.
I have not painted a house in years. If you can even say that I ever have, save for bits and pieces here and there.
Let me just say this. I was not prepared. I am living proof that you can get latex interior paint in places you didn't even know exist on your body.
I have paint on the inside of my eyelid. No joke. every time I blink, I can feel it taunting me... mocking me. Painting, also, is not for people with body hair. Pulling, scrubbing, or any other way of removing paint from skin and hair is unpleasant at best....
And although I am somewhat aesthetically inclined, I am seemingly unable to simply paint a room white. Let alone an entire house.

Some of you may know that I lost my cell phone not too long ago. Well, I found it.
Here is the catch.
Today, not but an hour after I located my cell phone, I was so lucky as to be able to watch it drop out of my jeans pocket, and plummet in what seemed like slow motion, into a 5 gallon bucket of paint.

The only highlight to my amusing afternoon is, I do feel somewhat accomplished that I sat down and met a goal that I'd set...
the house is nowhere near done, but I fucking painted half of it, and that's what I had hoped to get done today.

I am not sure that today can get any worse... alas, I do not see it about to get any better.