Oct 27, 2008 23:02
Who am I? Carrie Bradshaw?
I need to get a life before I can get a man. Nuff said.
Well, the dinner I made myself was nice. The smoke detectors all went off, but now I'm nursing a glass of red wine before I go downstairs and apply the last bit of primer to the bathroom walls. If I do that, I can paint the walls tomorrow, and then take my pictures, and get a last bit of move on with this project.
It's occurred to me that I never communicate fully to my contractors what I want out of them. I'm never hands on enough, and I'm always too nice. I'm sick of cleaning up crappy old shit that didn't have to occur in the first place.
On a positive note, I figured out a way to get the positively enormous globs of polymer grout off the gleaming granite tiles in my rental unit. That's a step in the right direction.
All I do is make money and spend it on debt. I will raise a glass to killing off some of my accounts before December is here. Ending this entry.