Shoulda Bought a CONDO!

I’m just this close (.) (That close, see?) to freaking OUT! I hate my posessions. I hate my brain – why didn’t I just lay carpet or tile? Why the fuck did I decide to paint the freaking floor??? I was really REALLY going to finish it this week. And I really was, right up until I broke the second sander. This is too much. I’m breaking power tools left and right, tools which should be MORE than sturdy enough to take the abuse of one weak-armed woman.

So I say FINE. Be that way. Who needs a bedroom, anyway? I have a perfectly lovely living room. I’ll show YOU, stupid floor. I’ll start cleaning out the studio so I can paint it, and move all my studio stuff out of Mom and Dad’s. See if I care about a stupid bedroom. I’ll just clean out the studio, and pile everything in the garage.

Two or three hours later (OK, 45 minutes) I realize the garage is still pretty much full of Rachel’s stuff since I haven’t bothered to call the Salvation Army yet. There isn’t any place to put the stuff from this room. I’m absolutly drowning in unfinished projects!!!

Worst of all, the living room/bedroom is an official disaster area. I had it sparkling clean, but then I decided to really clean it and get rid of the last of Rachel’s stuff on the shelves. That small act has turned the one clean room into chaos. I’m starting to feel panicky. The first week of my vacation, and I haven’t done anything constructive at all.

Wait a sec . . . couldn’t I just pile everything into the guest bedroom? It’s pretty empty right now . . .