Still not finished painting. The living room is going to need THREE coats of burgundy over the primer. Oi. I should be able to do it with the two cans I bought from Home Depot. About one and a half coats left to go. I'll say one thing - if three coats doesn't do it, I'm calling what results a conscious design choice.

In other news, Hartman's is selling cutlery and cooking sets for cheap. I picked up a set of seven complete place settings for ten bucks yesterday. Today I'm going back for the kitchen set. Someone also dumped a table and two chairs in front of the apartment, so I grabbed them. It's one of those tables with a removable piece in the middle. I have to figure out how to put it back together.

This will be my fifth day painting on my own. I'm getting a bit lonely. I spend hours a day painting walls, watching TV in my head. It gets to be a strange feeling after awhile. Today is the last of it, though. I'm positive.

The painting continues. I put a primer on my living room and it's pink. Painting those pipes and the radiator complicates things a bit, but hopefully I'll get it finished off today. I don't know where I'm finding the energy as by the end of each day I feel like I've been dropped off a cliff, but it's getting there.

Yesterday I went to Sleep Country Canada and tested some beds and almost fell asleep. I ordered one (with matching navy sheets) and it's due to be delivered on the 20th. The location I visited was way out on Carling and I foolishly took the 85, which has to be the slowest bus route in the city. It did take me on a tour of where I spent a lot of time back in the early part of the 2000's. Not much has changed.

I'm getting the new place ready for the move, and that requires a lot of painting. I picked up over 200 bucks worth of painting supplies at Home Depot in order to turn my bedroom blue and my living room burgundy.

One thing I forgot about painting: it's hard, annoying, messy work. On Monday night I was only able to get a coating of the primer onto my bedroom walls before I was too exhausted to continue. My back isn't in the best of shape to begin with, but now my whole body feels like scrambled eggs. Today I was able to paint for eight hours and finish off the bedroom. Tomorrow I'll start the living room and pray it's finished by Thursday night.

I spent 50 bucks on cleaning supplies for the kitchen and bathroom at Hartman's today. How depressing. Living on one's own is an expensive venture. This will be the first time I've ever not been able to rely on the goods college kids have been shipped out of their parents' homes with. No couch, no coffee table, no kitchen appliances or cutlery of any kind. Thank God for the dollar store on Bank.

So far I have ruined a shirt and a pair of pants painting, as well as the bathing suit I just bought. A new place calls for a new wardrobe anyhow.