In case you were wondering

I'm in a cunty mood because it is 00:44 on a Tuesday morning and this is what my pad looks like:


And here is my BLISTERED finger:


I know all of this is technically my fault as I was the one who decided I needed to paint my bedroom because the yellow wasn't really 'me' and was starting to drive me mad with it's yellowness being so yellow all the god damned time (chosen in a fit of false optimism when all I thought I needed to be happy was an adjustment in attitude. I forgot to factor my entire personality into this equation) but sheesh, this situation was supposed to be a return to form. Me celebrating my 'me-ness'.

I guess I forgot that this IS me. I'm actually just a dick.