I am soon to leave for the airport. Off to New York for TuHanksGiving. Yes, it’s a red-eye, so I don’t get in until 9:30 tomorrow morning. Oh, and I get to fly through Pittsburgh! What’s in Pittsburgh?

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Ladies and Gentlemen…

No, really, ladies and gentlemen…

I HAVE FINISHED. I have finished painting the apartment. As of right now, the kitchen is done, and I have nothing more to paint. Mostly. But, no, really, I am done. DONE. I can not stress this enough, as I have been stressed about it. So it took longer than I ever thought it would, but I’ve been doing other crap to make the apartment a better and more enjoyable living experience as well, and, gosh, it’s just been a monstrous project.

And, my God, it’s painted. Now when I return from Thanksgiving, I will not walk in to floors filled with brushes and buckets and rollers and cans of God-damned Olympic Premium interior eggshell latex paint in Blue Thistle and Candlelit Beige. The hardest part is over.

No, really. It’s painted. Honestly. No more bitching from me about how “Oh, I can’t today. I have to paint the apartment,” or, “I am so sick of painting the apartment.”

Trust me, Rodney, I have wanted to in fact shred the apartment numerous times in the last many weeks.

No, really. Damn, it feels good!