Pictures of how I’ve spent the last 11 hours and 53 minutes are up at Flickr, even though to call it so is a misnomer; from looking at the photos I’ve uploaded, one might think it’s taken me all this time to paint a relatively small closet (it’s bigger on the inside), when in reality, I spent the first couple of hours putting a second coat on the three walls I painted red yesterday.

As you can imagine, there was the normal futzing around, as well, not to mention having to move everything out of the “it’s bigger on the inside” closet. Then I had the bright idea to remove the closet door; that went swimmingly until I found the one stripped screw. There was no way that fucker was gonna cooperate, so I pulled the door off the wall. Yes, I literally pulled the door free and then I put it in the garage.

My coffee intake today was enormous, almost like a work day, but I actually threw out the last cup because I simply couldn’t stomach it at that time. That’s what happens when one grows up and buys a real coffee maker, one capable of making more than four cups at a time.

My emm and I are celebrating her birthday tonight and I’m due to pick her up in a little while. Nothing special - she wants to go to In-N-Out and I’m not going to say no. It’s amazing how good fast food tastes when you don’t have it all the time.

If I continue to believe my closet is bigger on the inside than it looks, will the Doctor magically appear one day? With a girl and her dog and needing another companion? Please?