This morning I woke up nice and early to do things (must stop doing things I’m not required to do!), finished off clearing out various drives and stumbled across lots of old notepad files which contained some pretty weird memories. Although until I read them today I’d totally forgotten about them so I suppose they’re not really memories, It made me feel pretty sick though.

Then I did some shopping around for a 64″ x 46″ sheet of drywall, actually it was yesterday I did the shopping around, today I went to collect it. I jumped on a streetcar and asked if it was ok for me to take it home on a streetcar, she said yes. I arrived at Home Hardware, realised how insanely huge and heavy the 4′ x 8′ sheets they had were (I used to do this daily back in England but you know, my brain can only contain so much practical information), so, I came back home and re-measured things to see if it could be done with two half-sheets, it could but it’d just be fiddlesome, so I streetcar’d back to the shop and asked if I could cut the sheet from 96″ x 48″ (which is what they had) to 64″ x 46″ there and then in the shop, they said yes!

So I did that, paid, and waited for a streetcar (fifteen minutes with it resting on my Doctor Martian‘s so it wouldn’t get damaged or touch the snow), one passed which was jam-packed, another arrived which was less packed but he wouldn’t let me on (the sheet was still huge and he mumbled something about not wanting to be held responsible if it was damaged), and the next guy driver of the streetcar just waved me off and shut the doors, so I walked home with it stopping every thirty metres or so to switch position and rest my arms. I walked home from Carlton and Parliament to River and Shuter (a mile, maybe?) carrying a four foot by six foot sheet of awkardly shaped and bloody heavy drywall, try it, it sucks!

I feel even sicker now, at least I took my pain killers before I left and didn’t have a heart attack, woo. Now to put the bugger in place. Ok, that can wait half an hour. Then, dear drywall devil, you will be my bitch.

At least I’m gorgeous and drop dead blonde, I’ll always have that (until my roots start showing).

P.S. – I was going to apologise to CST for linking back to the first picture but she just came upstairs so I did it then, and besides it’s one of my favourite photos. So no apology necessary!