the campaign to save save the lesser spotted gin palace

Back about a billion years ago in the beginning of the summer we painted the kitchen, Charlie fixed the rail in the closet and we got rid of the standing rail in the bedroom.

Then you know, everything went to shit. And I stopped caring about the house for a couple of months.

This weekend I finally got to the point where I was ready to set the place on fire just so I would have an excuse to walk out and never go back. So instead I decided I was going to have ONE fucking room where I could actually walk across the floor and have a flat surface to put something down on - so I attacked the kitchen. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's clean now, but I can use the stove and all the pots without having to take soil samples first.

You know, there is a part of my brain that is shouting at me that I shouldn't even care about any of this stuff. After everything that has happened why the fuck should I even think that any of this stuff is important? And then the smart adult reasonable part of my brain answers that living in a filthy cluttered space I have no control over is depressing, hello. You know, that mental illness you have to watch out for that eats your entire life? Yeah, that. Now stop being a drama queen and suck it up and go fix something.

So. Anyway.

( stuff that needs to be done to the house )