i will never b done in time

Two weeks today. My back hurts, my knees hurt, I am covered with white paint and I have only kind of finished two bedrooms. Well, OK, one bath also. And the floor of the other bath. One of the other baths. And there are a LOT of leaks. And no floor downstairs. And no heating system. And no C of O. And a lot of site work to do. And zero help. And rain predicted for the next week. And tenants arriving in two months.
Should I have a beer or just kill myself?

how true, how true

surfin' seagulls

They're catching the wave, and I'm not.
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living in one room

Why I can't stop: I have to hide out in the only warm space until it stops snowing.

high tide

It washed across the road on either side of my house—and it's comin' around again.

the morning before

The only trace of jet lag I have is that I want to eat dinner at breakfast time. Today I had steak for breakfast.
Why I can't stop jonesing: It's Sunday, so no beer with breakfast.

my new best friend

Harley Motorcycle Mama Betsy
Why I can't stop: She's headed up to Everest with Biff!

farewell party

When you have the kind of party where everyone winds up sleeping over—someone on the couch, on the areobed, in the guest room and even in my bed—you know it's not really the time for moderation.
Why I can't stop: It's almost always that kind of party

happy pagan fertility holiday

it's after 5:00 somewhere

And it's almost midnight in Kathmandu. . .

the schedule

Mammogram, gyn exam, dentist. I know, more than you need to know. But isn't it enough to drive one to some form of substance abuse? Especially with jet lag?

top o' the world to ye

I went, I saw, I upped, I downed.