Yes, I am still living with my parents.
And I swear they are darling people, but I'm about a hairs width away from losing my everlovingmind.
I think my cubicle is bigger than the living space in my room at their house. And there's not too much like feeling like you are in a cubicle for 85% of your day.
The painting extravaganza has resumed since Super Dad has decided to finally pick up his son.
I squeeze this stuff in when he's not home, ya know? Planning, people, planning!
But we all know I suck at the planning, and when I do plan and it doesn't pan out... well the tailspin resumes.
And nothing says PAR-TAY like a 30-something, living at home in the middle of a holy-fracking-frick tailspin.
You don't want it.
I don't want it.
Anyhoo... I'm painting. Again. Forever.