Good Wayne

Monday, November 10, 2003

I'm so fucking tired it's not even funny [1].

I spent the weekend painting the bathroom this deep sand color. Or maybe it's light caramel? It's some derivation of brown, okay? I can't remember what the color was actually called because we bought it like a month ago. Or maybe longer. It was warm then, so I was probably late August or early September (my money is on August, to be honest).

See, that's the way things work around here. Snail's pace. Tine started ripping the old wallpaper off sometime in the Spring. She had just had enough of looking at it and did this really hap-hazard tearing down of the old paper. Here and there, just rip down what she could and leave the rest up. Well, sometime around July or so, I had enough of looking at the remains all around and took a blade to it and cleared the rest off–which did suck. The parts she tore down by hand were either where the glue had dried out or the moisture had loosened it. What I was left with was the hard core bonded stuff. Man, it sucked. There were parts that just refused to budge. I ended up tearing off chunks of the wall in frustration. Not to mention the tiny razor tool I was using. I eventually smartened up and got a bigger tool, but it wasn't useful in some of the smaller areas.

So we got this Deep Sand color (that's what I'm going to call it) and it looked neat on the card that had a little image of a bathroom done up in and that's just about the kicker, you know what I mean? See? Look, there's what our bathroom could look like. I really have to remember that it's a freakin' set I'm looking at–damn you marketing people! Damn you!

I spent the weekend taping up the bathroom and painting it. Of course I had started the taping job back in Aug/Sept so part of it was done already. :P But I finished it up and did the first coat in about three hours. It was cold enough outside to not open the window and I think the fumes were pretty strong because, for a short while the Care Bears were there but I had to boot them when the refused to do their own killings and I'm nobody's patsy, you hear me?!?

Yesterday, I had to throw on a second coat because the Deep Sand doesn't cover white all that easily. That was shorter, only like an hour or so. It's just a lot darker than I think it should be. Although, at one point I had the shade up and the natural sunlight splashing all over the place. It looked okay

But I think all those fumes really burned my throat. It's raw today and I feel like I can taste the paint. :P It sort of kept me up last night, and I was tired from before. I fell asleep on the couch Saturday night and every time I woke up—because you can never get a good night's sleep on that damn thing—I was too tired to actually haul my ass upstairs. Hell, I was too tired to even turn off the lights. So I've got this huge sleep debt that's killing me this morning.

Ugh... I don't even want to get into the colored towels/shower curtain Tine bought. I mean, come on, dark colors = smaller space.

As a consequence, we never got to go out and I have yet to see the Lego store in Burlington. Damnit! That actually gets me more upset than any lame color scheme. And I squarely blame Tine for that. >:|

Whatever.

On a brighter note, I mean to post that an old friend of mine got in touch with me recently. Tina (not to be confused with Tine, but oddly enough drawn upon the same Christine formality) called me on my birthday a week and a half ago. Straight out of the blue. Which is even more odd when it's been close to 15 years since I talked to her last. I mean, that fact alone is sort of a "holy cow". That I could have friends that I haven't talked to in 15 years is almost ludicrous. Shit, when the hell did I get this old??

Anyway, it was good to hear from here and that she's apparently doing well. It's too bad we live so far apart now, but at least the magic of email can keep you in touch. Sometimes I'm sure that email is the only way I keep in touch with several of my friends. If not, then I know I wouldn't have any contact with a couple of them.

Ok, I'm done.

[1] You know, as a side note, why do people say that anyway? Is there some default humor in saying things like this? I mean, is it normally to be construed to be funny when you're overtired or any of the other applicable instances of adding, "...it's not even funny"? I don't get it. I should probably stop using phrases that I don't get, that'd probably be a good start.

posted by Evil Wayne | 11:23 AM

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