Tuesday, 3 July 2012


And so the moving continues. It has been a busy week... IKEA, painting walls, cleaning rooms multiple times. In a few hours I am going to paint my wall the last time (I hope). After that I can finally sleep in my new, tiny room again. Friday they're going to transport the furniture over here and put the pieces together. This room is so tiny, everything will be built around my bed, that's how tiny it is - we are the earth intruders, we are the earth intruders - Bjork has the awesome-factor. And so the pots filled with Latex white paint are still standing in their places, the brush spotted and the roller wet from paint. My fingers look like the 101 Dalmatians, but then with white on white. The headache is present - paint in the air isn't good for my breathing either. So there is still no time for my breathing therapy exercises nor for my speech therapy. Breathe in, breathe out...

Where did my oxygen go?

No comments:

Post a Comment