Of Mission Accomplished. . . Sort Of.

The painters left today.

Yay. Now all that's left is the backbreaking shoving of furniture back in it's place.

The fever isn't really helping things along. Pfft.

Today was the Thousand Crane Folding thingy at the Japanese Consulate. Thanks to my own undoing, I was unable to go. Not like it was going to be much fun if i went there. . . stupid wrists.

* sigh *

Of Crankylocks and the Three Painters

Day two of the Painter Special.

You honestly don't think that the gray cement plugs in 5 of our rooms were going to be left alone? I, well, hoped that was the case. Because then Sunday and Monday would not have been spent on back-breaking pulling, shoving, lifting, rolling and dusting of various items so as to make room for the painters to move around.

Cocoa seems to be enjoying this activity. She's already made the sheet covering the two sofas into a hammock, not to mention the rearrangement's given her new nooks and crannies to explore

Now, about the painters. (And yes, I am Crankylocks since they won't let me sleep in late.)

Two guys appeared yesterday. Both were labeled crazy within 10 minutes of their arrival.

They, for some strange reason, don't follow the Day Light Savings Time, which has been active for more than 3 months. So, they made their timetable very clear before opening the first bucket of wall sealant.

They will come at 9:00 AM. (Which is 10:00 AM for the rest of Pakistan)
They will have lunch at 1:00 PM. (Which is 2:00 PM)
They will have tea at 4:00 PM. (Which is 5:00 PM)
They will leave at 8:00 PM. (Which is 9:00 PM)

Since I couldn't remember their names, I nicknamed them Chatty and Emo.

Chatty, talks alot... gives me a headache. He is also teaching me the basics of painting. Which mum insisted on since she wants me to patch up odds and ends when they leave.

Emo, doesn't talk. He works like a ninja. You blink and he'll be painting away on the opposite wall. (okay, 5 minutes instead of blink) He enjoys his tea time by listening to old desi songs on his radio-phone and mournfully singing along with them (this includes hand gestures)

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Today, they brought a third person to help them. I call him Robot. He's put on this Earth to do one thing and one thing alone. PAINT! He doesn't go for lunch, or have tea, He's the first one to start working and the last one to finish. I like him.

So, my room's finally done. I'm about to go make a paint-run for my sister's room. It's supposed to be aphid-green. For some reason, I feel suffocated when I enter that room, the green wall burns my eyes.

Of . . . Umm?

I feel really nauseous if i accidentally switch my left and right earphones and listen to music. Usually within the next 15 minutes. Strange?

On another note. I finished the latest season of Supernatural. The story's fucked up. Demons want to raise the devil from hell, Angels don't. Yet some angels revolt against God. Sam Winchester gets l33t Jedi powers, which he uses for exorcism, catch is, he needs demon-blood to power up his attacks. Oh well. They did manage to release the devil in the finale.

Now on to Stargate: Atlantis

Of Killing Ghosts and Promoting Salt

So it's been a week and the dull throbbing just keeps getting worse.

"Go away damn you!" said Me to the throbbing wrists

This prevents me from typing, hence my days are severely mundane. Little to no texting, no typing, no playing games, no origami.

Thankfully my ISP has a healthy dose of shows. After a go with the Random Letter Generator (which according to the site uses atmospheric noise to generate results and hence is accurately... random) I landed with Supernatural (hey, it was a tie between Supernatural and Stargate: Atlantis)

I've been watching it since my last post. It's mind-numbingly awesome. I mean, the mother of these two guys is killed by some yellow-eyed demon, which turns their dad into what can aptly be put as "Buffy with a Pot-Belly" and then he trains them into Xander and Willow and then vanishes. So Xander and Willow. . . sorry, Sam and Dean Winchester hunt ghosts with salt loaded shotguns. I bet French Fries Poltergeist and Tandoori Chicken Ghost would taste awesome after an encounter with them brothers.

Thanks to Supernatural I now know the perfect ways to combat demons, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc. EDWARD CULLEN! I AM COMING FOR YOU.

On a side note, today the workers put the final touches on the cement plug in my wall where once Dusty McSpewy hung.

I should remember to squirt that area with water after I wake up.

Night, people.