6 hours and two gallons of paint, and I’m done with the walls at the Woman’s old apartment. When she moved in, she was dissatisfied with the color of the walls, and so wanted to add accent walls to the apartment. This being allowed, we did so. Knowing that we’d have to repaint back to the original color did not deter us… though it probably should have. She’s out of town, so I took it upon myself to get the job done. I’m not sure if she’ll really even appreciate it, so I’m not sure why I do it.

Now, I’m sitting here with specks of taupe on my arms from the rolling, wondering why I even thought to post this tonight. I’m tired. Very tired. I have been for about a week now. I have been since we moved everything on Saturday. I could probably break myself of it mentally, if I really wanted to. But there’s so much left to do that I’d be breaking myself of it only to throw myself back in it.

But tonight, the re-painting of the old apartment is all but done.