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nothing seems to make time vaporize more effectively than a good mindless task... i say "mindless," but "reactive" is probably a better expression. painting, of the wall variety, is a case in point... especially details, like trim. not taking into detail the amount of brush strokes, the sheer length of the area to cover, fretting over restraining the proper colours to where they're intended... crap, in no time, an evening is over. days, even. and the ultimate irony: when you're done, after all of the bitching and never seeing the end of the project... you begin to look for other things upon which to slap different colours. regardless, it's done. as of saturday afternoon. instant added resale value for someone else. the change of hue does act subconsciously, though... at least, for me. in between brushing and cleaning and relocating, there was time for scallopine... AMightyWind... and near heart-attacks. late friday, long after Miss Jane's early departure into SlumberLand, i was sharing BlackburnVsEverton on the futon with the cat. i dozed, briefly... drifted back to wakefulness, and was greeted with a wall-shaking BOOOOOM, felt as well as heard. first thought: tree fallen on the roof. second: something big fell over in the house, somewhere. third: earthquake. fourth: meltdown at the nuke. the truth: somewhere in between. it was a boom, all right. of the sonic variety. some FighterJockey decided it was joyride time, at one in the morning. fucker. our tax dollars at work, in the afterburners. when Sunday morning arrived, energy levels were more than low... and change-of-scenery levels were high. we decided to waste the afternoon looking for a headboard, which would be the first i'd ever bought... hopefully, blond-woody, simple design. one major obstacle... we'd have to go to a furniture store. therein lies the rub. i've always preferred style from years past... so out-of-date it's uncool, except to me. this cannot be found where new stuff is for sale. in fact, some of the biggest abominations to wood sit in those "galleries"... or should i say "suites." jazzuz. turning a living thing into a chartreuse-with-airbrush-highlighted monstrosity. WhoreHouseFromHell... Pimper'sPad... Ghidorah'sLair... theVirginQueen... just a few of the abominations assembled for your furnishing nightmares. my mind spiraled into withdrawal with every breath of potpourri. rendered comatose, without the benefit of making any progress. another ring in the circles of Hell. perhaps i'll stick to refinishing. |
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