Deconstruction

Dad's taken it upon himself to finally strip the master bathroom.

It's not exactly something easy to do, jimmying the tiles free from the un-protected drywall that the previous owners had chosen to use. I mean, WHO PLASTERS TILES TO DRYWALL IN A BATHROOM? WHO PLASTERS TILES TO DRYWALL AT ALL, FOR THAT MATTER!?

You'll have to forgive my caps, as I am tired and woke unexpectedly. Can't fall back asleep though, and my body's being very unfair about it. I learned a long time ago that there are some things you probably shouldn't write when you're angry or tired... and blog posts are one of them. Which happens to be why I rarely post tired/angry posts here and instead host them on my Myspace blog.

Recently, I've been trying to keep this one as drama-free as possible. Hell, I was trying to keep my life as drama-free as possible, but that can't be helped. Besides, I did ask for chaos a while back... I just didn't know it would come in waves...