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The school was a pleasure to be in today. We were setting up for the exhibition, spackling walls and painting our little tuchuses off. Not that many people around, all working, all helping each other out as best they can, no one expecting anyone else to carry a load that they wouldn't carry themselves, everyone stressed but working hard and happy. I love this kind of labor- you know where you're going, you just point yourself in the right direction and know that you'll eventually arrive. And that worn-out, accomplished feeling at the end of the day can't be beat.
That said- plaster the wall, sand, check for flaws, plaster, sand, paint, check for more flaws, fuck, how did I miss those holes down by the floor, plaster, sand, wash, rinse, repeat- hemorrhaging body of Christ, a blank 'objective' wall is not an easy thing to achieve.
That said- plaster the wall, sand, check for flaws, plaster, sand, paint, check for more flaws, fuck, how did I miss those holes down by the floor, plaster, sand, wash, rinse, repeat- hemorrhaging body of Christ, a blank 'objective' wall is not an easy thing to achieve.