Yesterday did 1,014 words.
Today I decided to tackle the floor sanding project.I've never sanded in the house before, let alone used a power sander. B. said "It doesn't make that much dust, it has its own little bag that catches the dust so it doesn't go in the air." Thank goodness I didn't listen to him. Because if I had, his rosecolored glasses would be three inches deep in sanding dust. As is, every part of my house, top and bottom, has a fine layer of tan dust on it. And this is with plastic over the entrances to the stairs to contain the dust. I wanted to finish today, but my arms gave out and it just got too gross even for me. I had blonde hair that was stiff as plywood after four hours.
So now I should go to the Dem club meeting - if I left now I could just make it. But I haven't written my 1,000 words. And I am actually feeling at peace with the world and my place in it - after a Dem club meeting I want to take a flamethrower and torch the nearst humans I see. A power sander wouldn't work as well as a flamethrower but all powertools can be deadly when used in the right way (er, wrong way). Poor Shameless will have to go this one alone. I'm off to play in my imagination.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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