Another fine breakfast from 7/11 of Fig Newtons and drip coffee. I feel the sugar rush already.
I've read the owner's manual of my new paint sprayer, especially how to clean it afterwards. I bought a mask and head sock and am wearing old clothes that are already full of paint so I look like a homeless alien from the planet of porn.
Just have to finish my drip coffee, even the name sounds icky. How do people drink this watered down excuse for coffee anyway? It's days like this that I wish I still lived in Miami where a good cup of espresso can be found everywhere.
I have the two most important parts of painting, my iPod and lots of
What was I suppose to do again…