One more bitching for the evening. I painted my new room a couple of weeks ago, but it has 12-foot ceilings so I couldn't reach around the top. Today I got a stepladder from the landlady and figured I'd finish the job. See now, I thought I was being a genius when I painted this room, because I didn't feel like spending another squillion dollars on paint, so I mixed together three of the colors we had left over from other rooms. This isn't quite as insane as it sounds since two of them were shades of cream. It actually made a very nice color.
But no. Because, as I may have mentioned before, god hates me. I just checked, and the new paint has dried, and it is THREE SHADES DARKER than the rest of the paint. And yes, I mixed it. Apparently, some of the cream went away. Just...away. I'm sure it is now living happily in the Land of A Million Odd Socks And The Bolts That Were Supposed to Come with My Fucking Tromso, and I wish it the best of luck. See that? I am that magnanimous, motherfucker. Even though I have no idea what I'm going to do now, other than go out, try to figure out exactly what that cream color was...Putty? New England Dead Salmon? no clue... and mix it with what's left of the original color and see if I can even begin to approximate what is on the walls. Because otherwise I'll have to tell people that I'm going for some sort of avant-garde high-concept two-tone idea, the kind of idea that needs so many hyphens to describe that nobody on an intellectual level below me, ie everybody, will be able to grasp it. And just try to parse THAT sentence, bitch.
And in that sentence, by 'people', I meant, you know, men. The men who apparently do not exist and so will not be seeing the inside of my bedroom in any case. So why am I even worrying about this? I suppose it's just for my own edification, and I'm pretty short, so I never have to look up there anyway, so I guess there isn't really a problem here after all. But will I delete this post? No. For my irrelevancies are more important than most people's revelations.
I seem to be particularly vitriolic this evening. Let's hope there's some more Full Frontal Mark Antony on Rome. Otherwise I might smash something. Probably something expensive that I just bought and spent several hours lugging home in the sweltering heat, for such is, apparently, my lot in life.