There is a hell
And we're living in it. See icon, 'cuz that'll give you just a taste of what we're going through. Well, except that setting the house on fire would be preferable and a lot less damaging at this point.
Seriously, for two people like myself and The Spousal Unit who are neat and clean and like our environment to be very neat and clean, the state of the house and our laughable "living" situation at this moment is very much some level of hell. It's like we're being punished.
Or I'm being punished, and I've dragged everyone else down with me. Knowing what I know now, were I ever to have some kind of renovation done inside the house again, I'd rent like five or six huge PODS to empty all our contents into, then live in a hotel for a couple weeks. I thought having the windows replaced or the back porch demolished and rebuilt was the messiest thing we could endure. I was dead wrong.
On Tuesday TSU managed to find and hook up the dvr in our bedroom so we could watch the premiere of Falling Skies. And, I dunno, I remain underwhelmed. I really really want that show to be a LOT better than it is. The writing, the plotting, the characterizations, it's all so very weak, if just not good. I think the only character I continue to like or care about at all is Noah Wyle's (Tom), and I don't know if I even care about him that much. I definitely don't give a damn about his offspring, especially Ben, who we're supposed to feel sorry for, I guess, but I don't. He's a twat.
At this point I've put a season + two hours into this thing, and I feel like we're supposed to keep up with it, yet I don't genuinely enjoy it. Given the state our house is going to be in on Sunday, that's probably going to be a good excuse to give it a pass.
Anyway ... I kinda hate my life right now.
Seriously, for two people like myself and The Spousal Unit who are neat and clean and like our environment to be very neat and clean, the state of the house and our laughable "living" situation at this moment is very much some level of hell. It's like we're being punished.
Or I'm being punished, and I've dragged everyone else down with me. Knowing what I know now, were I ever to have some kind of renovation done inside the house again, I'd rent like five or six huge PODS to empty all our contents into, then live in a hotel for a couple weeks. I thought having the windows replaced or the back porch demolished and rebuilt was the messiest thing we could endure. I was dead wrong.
On Tuesday TSU managed to find and hook up the dvr in our bedroom so we could watch the premiere of Falling Skies. And, I dunno, I remain underwhelmed. I really really want that show to be a LOT better than it is. The writing, the plotting, the characterizations, it's all so very weak, if just not good. I think the only character I continue to like or care about at all is Noah Wyle's (Tom), and I don't know if I even care about him that much. I definitely don't give a damn about his offspring, especially Ben, who we're supposed to feel sorry for, I guess, but I don't. He's a twat.
At this point I've put a season + two hours into this thing, and I feel like we're supposed to keep up with it, yet I don't genuinely enjoy it. Given the state our house is going to be in on Sunday, that's probably going to be a good excuse to give it a pass.
Anyway ... I kinda hate my life right now.