no posts recently. First it was Wimbledon (an event my gf has sucked me into over the past few years), now it is a frenzy of DIY. my hands are lumps of diseased meat etched with fingerprints. After laying horrendous with the epoxy and fibre board and fake wood grain upon thee floor, Stripping away decades upon decades of paint all the way back to when Queen Victoria enjoyed a toke to help with menstrual cramps is no eaSY task. Not at all. in the corners of steps the mocking begins. Can’t get rid, not easily, gloss upon gloss upon gloss upon. To add insult to injury my face is trying to kill me. Well, my mouth.

Well, my teeth. one tooth really. It wants to end me.

Anyway, just wanted to say hi.