oh, renovation.

For those of you who aren't aware of the situation, my parents are renovating our house in order to prepare for putting it on the market. Because they are in the real estate/construction business, this is a process I've been through multiple times. Too many times to count. It's something I've gotten used to, and usually I don't mind living in chaos for a few weeks or months while this stuff goes on.

However, this renovation has been going on for over a year and a half. And because we've lived in this house for about nine or ten years now, I'd nearly forgotten the little joys of construction. Being forced out of my room/upstairs from 7:45AM, so that I'm not in the way of the contractors/tile guys/electricians/what have you. Noticing that my things are nowhere to be found because they have exploded into what I call "the black hole of stuff" that will probably never function as a guest bedroom. Getting excited because my door is no longer lying against the wall in front of the light switch but is, in fact, back on its hinges. Realizing that the large hole in the bathroom has finally become a shower, if not a completely operational one.

I didn't expect, however, to still be getting injured in the renovation process. I'm injury-prone enough as it is. Thus, it happened that I tripped over a bit of ripped-up carpet this morning and stepped right on the points of some nails that had been anchoring said piece to the floor. My punctured foot still hurts (thankfully, no trips to the ER were necessary.) 

And I'm pissed off because I remember how much I hate living in a construction zone.

oh, renovation.

For those of you who aren't aware of the situation, my parents are renovating our house in order to prepare for putting it on the market. Because they are in the real estate/construction business, this is a process I've been through multiple times. Too many times to count. It's something I've gotten used to, and usually I don't mind living in chaos for a few weeks or months while this stuff goes on.

However, this renovation has been going on for over a year and a half. And because we've lived in this house for about nine or ten years now, I'd nearly forgotten the little joys of construction. Being forced out of my room/upstairs from 7:45AM, so that I'm not in the way of the contractors/tile guys/electricians/what have you. Noticing that my things are nowhere to be found because they have exploded into what I call "the black hole of stuff" that will probably never function as a guest bedroom. Getting excited because my door is no longer lying against the wall in front of the light switch but is, in fact, back on its hinges. Realizing that the large hole in the bathroom has finally become a shower, if not a completely operational one.

I didn't expect, however, to still be getting injured in the renovation process. I'm injury-prone enough as it is. Thus, it happened that I tripped over a bit of ripped-up carpet this morning and stepped right on the points of some nails that had been anchoring said piece to the floor. My punctured foot still hurts (thankfully, no trips to the ER were necessary.) 

And I'm pissed off because I remember how much I hate living in a construction zone.

oh, dear lord above!

My computer just notified me that I have a whopping 152MB left of disk space in C drive. After deleting all the unnecessary programs I could think of, I increased that number to 345. 

To sum up, I think my computer is about to bite the dust, and hard, unless I do something radical like cut down on the size of my fanart collection. Hold me?

oh, dear lord above!

My computer just notified me that I have a whopping 152MB left of disk space in C drive. After deleting all the unnecessary programs I could think of, I increased that number to 345. 

To sum up, I think my computer is about to bite the dust, and hard, unless I do something radical like cut down on the size of my fanart collection. Hold me?