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Wednesday, July 23, 2008 Me, Me, Me

In my twenties, I painted many a room to perfection, applying up to six coats to get coverage (especially if there is a thin sheen of nicotine on everything), making sure the trim is clean and the edges straight, only to put down the brush and spend the next several years never looking up there again.

This year, I painted Daphne’s room without a drop cloth (well, there was one in the room, I could just never find it to stand on), quart-sized mug-o-paint in hand, squinting at edges and corners to see if I’ll ever care about later.

And then? I took a shower, shaved my legs, and cleaned the dried paint out of my razor.