Day 19: House of The Sickness

Here's a lesson to be learned: when you're stressed out and have pushed your body almost to the point of human endurance (or at least the point of Lazy Fat American endurance), you've been skipping meals and are short on sleep, you've been rained on at least once while cleaning buckets and brushes and rollers, your immune system is probably out to lunch, and you decide late at night that you need to reward yourself, do not do so with extra-spicy chicken from Hooters. Furthermore, do not follow it down with a big slab of chocolate cake.

Needless to say, I called in sick to work this morning. Which is bad, since our deadline is looming and I was pretty much dead to the world. Lea was able to get a bit done this evening, such as cutting in some ceilings and painting part of the fireplace Chocolate Brown.



Mmmm.. Chocolate.

Tomorrow I pay for my sins by getting up at the butt-crack of dawn and painting ceilings until I absolutely have to get ready for work.

Oh, and the real lesson I've learned from all this? When you have a whole house to paint in three weeks, order the Hooters chicken first, hire some painters no matter the cost, and eat the chicken in your recliner while you watch the painters do all the work. That's the American way!