so... close... to being... done....
my body is less sore, but more tense. the house is an absolute hell hole. ant started laundry last night and seems to have exploded all over the living room. i simply closed my eyes and walked out, thankfully missing the completed IKEA varde cabinet just in front of the door.
if you look closely, there's a strange reflection in the stove (wrong time) that looks like a person leaning over. it's probably my inner soul, bent in exhaustion.
last night i was painting painting painting and happened to check my phone for the time. 11:00!?! when did that happen?
actual chain of events:
*eyes widen in horror*
"holy shit, it's eleven!"
*drop everything, shower, brush teeth, get in bed*
five minutes later
"hey kim, um... did we need to wash these brushes?"
it was like i crashed, i didn't even put the paint away. so i got back up and cleaned the brushes and put the extra paint back in the can.
and then i crashed. for real this time.