Finally.

Well, it's happening, kiddies.

This weekend will be a very long weekend and also the Weekend of Doom. After I spend Thursday hiding from the universe and bawling my eyes out, doubled over in heart-wrenching PHYSICAL pain, Friday, Saturday, and Monday (skipping Sunday for preplanned ice skating) will be devoted to getting the last dregs of unclean out of my living space. One way or a goddamn other, I'll be boxing the last of it for serious (subsequently organizing the attic because WHOA ... we need to insulate up there, too. D:) and stripping the walls of paper (even if the horrid pink underneath is far worse than the wallpaper). I can't ask for your help before January, because I know some of you have got finals and it's Decembertime and junk anyway, but January, we'll be good to go (and there are a couple of holes in the wall that I've discovered so I'll need time to patch those). Painting party! You're all invited (my apologies if you can't make it for being out of the state. ... Or country).

I missed the hell out of my goal -- coughAugustcough -- but I'm glad I have it to do now because if I didn't have anything to do during the Weekend of Doom, I'd probably kill myself instead. No, really. Thursday will NOT be a fun day. I think I've decided I'm celebrating Thanksgiving in October with the Canadians until November gives me something to fucking be thankful for. Columbus Day can kiss my ass.

And if you could let me know what dates and times are good for you, that'd be stellar. We start the second of January, which is a Saturday.