for some reason i was even more afraid of heights than yesterday. i think it had something to do with the anxiety attack i had last night thinking about walking those rafter beams to paint the ceiling. around that time a delivery of wood came, and i helped pull up bundles of wooden planks one by one to the second floor, fulfilling my daily exercise quota. i went back home for a lunch break of two pop tarts (afraid to sit down, didn't want to get paint on my furnitures), tried to negotiate a bike ride with julie on this beautiful day (postponed until tomorrow), then walked across the street to return to painting. i sanded the kitchen and the hallways, then rolled the kitchen with primer, and painted the trim in the entrance hallway of the first floor. by then it was 4pm and i was all painted out. first thing i did when i got home was to strip off my dirty clothes and take a hot shower, rinsing myself of paint residue. even after the shower, i could still smell the plaster dust in my lungs. i fell asleep on the couch watching television and woke up at 8pm to make some french bread pizza just like yesterday. i'm all french bread pizza'ed out! never mind that i'm all out of french bread, i think i've reached my threshold, it'll be a while before i go back to that recipe.
not sure how long this painting deal is going to last. originally i thought it was going to be just a few days, but there's all this plan to do more stuff, and i'm starting to remember why i hated painting in the first place, especially during the second coat phase, and especially if i have to face my acrophobia again! it does fill up my day though, makes me feel like i've done something substantial.