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Jun. 10th, 2006 06:56 pmI'm very tired, even though I haven't done a whole lot today.
We just finished painting our outside fence for the second time. Last weekend was the first attempt, which ended in a fence that was several shades lighter than the house. So this evening we painted it again. It should go without saying that we are hoping that it is for the last time. We waited until early evening (6ish) to start painting, and it was still around 90 degrees Fahrenheit when we started. You'd think that having been born and raised in Florida, I'd be used to the weather by now, but I'm not.
Other than that...hmm...I messed around with LiveJournal. I napped. I listened to music. I stopped kids from fighting.
I helped Dave with our air conditioning repair project, which seems to have gone horribly awry somehow, as it's 82F in our house right now, even with the A/C running. That's a convenient excuse, at least, for why I've been so unproductive today--but it still sucks on general principle.
I can't think of much to write about. I want to write, but it's like there's just nothing left inside my brain to put upon the screen. This entry itself feels stilted and boring, but at least there are words. Something to cover the square space, paint against bare wood. It's just a fence--just Livejournal--so it doesn't matter if I mess up a little bit.
That said, I hate it when the brushstrokes show.
We just finished painting our outside fence for the second time. Last weekend was the first attempt, which ended in a fence that was several shades lighter than the house. So this evening we painted it again. It should go without saying that we are hoping that it is for the last time. We waited until early evening (6ish) to start painting, and it was still around 90 degrees Fahrenheit when we started. You'd think that having been born and raised in Florida, I'd be used to the weather by now, but I'm not.
Other than that...hmm...I messed around with LiveJournal. I napped. I listened to music. I stopped kids from fighting.
I helped Dave with our air conditioning repair project, which seems to have gone horribly awry somehow, as it's 82F in our house right now, even with the A/C running. That's a convenient excuse, at least, for why I've been so unproductive today--but it still sucks on general principle.
I can't think of much to write about. I want to write, but it's like there's just nothing left inside my brain to put upon the screen. This entry itself feels stilted and boring, but at least there are words. Something to cover the square space, paint against bare wood. It's just a fence--just Livejournal--so it doesn't matter if I mess up a little bit.
That said, I hate it when the brushstrokes show.