Walls

This is the shit I have been dealing with in my kitchen, in case you thought I was kidding. I'm so tired of it, though I am almost ready to prime the fuckers (the walls) and then, obviously, do some plastering. I'm completely wiped out as I write this. I scrubbed the walls for about 4 hours tonight, and I can't do a lick more. You'd think 4 hours would equal a lot of wall that's ready to be primed, but you would be wrong. I will never undertake such a thing as this again until I OWN the house I'm working on. I'm glad I'm doing this project, don't get me wrong. I just don't have the energy I wish I had, part of that is due to my muscular condition. I just want to be done, goddammit, and when it comes to asking for help, I'm terrible at it.

I want to write more, but I'm about to collapse.