The apartment, it's alive!

Bon Monday Y’all.

Ok, so after Friday’s meltdown I am back to normal and feelin’ fine. Nothing can calm one’s spirit more than a weekend of solitude. Well, not really a weekend per se but at least a Saturday of Solitude, which was capped off by a kick-ass BSG episode. Woowoo indeed.

I was kind of dreading Sunday as my parents were coming in and helping me fix up the apartment before they left for Florida for six months. I really only had a few small things for them to finish up in the place, paint the trim here, touch up something there, put up a painting wherever. It’s not so much as I don’t know how to do these things, I have learnt quite a lot in the past couple of months but I am often thwarted by either a) my lack of height or b) my lack of tools. As you can see, it is necessary for me to ask for help in such circumstances.

Let me tell you, those two can work. And they aren’t even spring chickens anymore. After a long debate on whether they or not they were going to put another coat of paint on everything I had done, I threw up my arms in exasperation and went and did something else in another room while my mother told my father to add another coat to make everything look more finished. I now have to admit that she was right and it does look a lot better now (don’t tell her, though!) and the place is pretty much finished. The office, which was pretty much a work in progress is done, except for the ceiling but that’s ok, I can wait and work on painting it in my own time. I also took out that huge black desk that I inherited from the previous renters and put in a nice wood desk and that fits my gigantic monitor and itsy bitsy laptop. I also rearranged the furniture and now have a bitchin’ treadmill. Ah yes, the treadmill. That sucker is heavy, and I think will remain there for awhile as a) it’s too heavy to move into another room and b) there is no other room for it to go in. All in all, it was a pretty good day as we got a lot done and I now can have a party. WOOWOO!