Return of the killer drywall. - 02:34, November 30, 2008
Remember that stupid sheet of drywall I had to walk home with the other day? Well I just single-handedly hauled it up to the attic, trimmed the excess off the old drywall that had been ripped out haphazardly by one of the previous owners (harder than it sounds when the excess is almost an inch thick and six inches across, screwed in very random places, in semi-darkness and with little space to manoeuvre), cut the new piece of drywall to size and fitted it.
I had to take the door to the attic off to get it up there as well.
Not too shabby for someone who hasn’t done home renovations or manual labour (well, apart from the never flipping ending stuff around the Crooked House, obviously, and with a constantly painful hip) for four years eh.
Now I’m going to re-hang the door, have a shower and drink one of the cans of beer I stole from CST without asking (but you know, after all that she flipping owes me, big time!)
P.S. – Sorry I couldn’t help you as well today Jill, hope you caffeinated the ceiling safely on your own.
Buckle Up Back There!
Pout.
P.A.R.T.E.H
Tonight’s the night.
dryandsquareandawkward


