Painting Myself to Death

Yes, I'm still painting the damn hall bathroom. I'm holding off on posting pictures until it's finished. At this point, everything from the floor up to 8 or 9 feet up is finished. This leaves approximately 52 square feet of wall that needs to be finished. This doesn't sound like much, but, since we used exterior siding for the walls of this bath, it's taking a lot longer. First, using a roller isn't an option. Second, cutting in where the siding meets the trim is taking for fucking ever. I finished this section off last night which is very good, mainly because it kept me from gouging my eyes out.

I was hoping to at least get one coat of paint on the remaining siding, but at 11 PM I was beaten. I was so tired that I was starting to feel nauseated, so I decided it was time for bed.

Since the walls and trim are all orange, this bathroom has a nice warm glow to it when you turn on the lights. It's kind of like looking into an oven while the element is glowing, or a tiny, coffin shaped slice of hell. Your choice.

And, as a brief comment on the powers of color on moods and urges, every time I open the can of trim paint and see that nice creamy orange I want to eat it.

Unless I fall asleep while painting and fall off the ladder, I should have the paint finished by Friday. Or, at least, that is what I keep telling myself. Anyhow, unless the holidays completely over come me, I'll try to get at least one more post up this week. No shortage of topics like car seizures, mystery puddles, sanding, and landscaping with fire.