Poop. I was supposed to go help paint the Ontarion office today, but woke up feeling like crap for some reason, so my home improvement jones remains unsatisfied (I'd paint the apartment, but I want the landlord to come fix our leaky window frames first).

Some twentysomething women get the irresistible urge to reproduce. I get the irresistible urge to buy a house and fix it up. I'd be a demon with the drywall and paint and tile and light fixtures, if only I owned this place... (and yes, I do know how to do at least most minor home repairs. I worked construction for an all-too-brief period.)