Friday, March 25, 2011

Hard Work's Night

     Many things have passes since I last left entry, I have been away for some while, busy with all kinds of work.  I'm in a hundred year old house, with leaks in the ceiling.  When you think you've killed all the spiders, the next day you see just as many who've resurrected back from the walls.  The paint seems weak and pealing off of the ceiling, drooping as if it was melting.  The corners of the house are riddled with grime, no matter how clean you think you get it, you see the next day that it somehow seeped through your walls and floor and is here to stay.  Forget about insulation, thats a thing of the future... The morning sun heats the outdoors faster than your house can get with all that cold trapped inside it.  So you're bundled up like an Eskimo. The floor is riddled with iron burns, as if someone thought it was a good idea to put designs in the floor with triangular accents.  But the dryer is broken, so that is almost conceivable.

Despite the century old conditions, it's a fairly neat place, and it's good to be free.

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