Monday, September 14, 2009

I will make it through this renovation, if it kills me.

Green paint, blue paint, spray paint; various finishes and hues. Paint in my hair, on my clothes, up my nose. Fall asleep to the sound of a borrowed fan blowing deadly fumes out my too-tiny window. Unplug my carbon monoxide detector, tell my landlord nothing, and hope for the best.

(thanks, Alex)

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