Yes I too would prefer to clean a different way and patching drywall form mold fucking sucks, but at least it still beats cancerous tumor growth, rotting teeth and nasty ass breath.
Well....the floor turns out not so clean.
Master bathroom is a bit strange here.
Huge master bedroom but the "bathroom" is just a toilet and a bath with shower, the sink portion is along the wall next to the door to the bathroom.
Means the sink poured all over carpet and the stuff that seems to have settled on and in the carpet is now risen.....I swear it tried to attack me in my sleep last night.
Bright side is the part of the basement it leaked into is unfinished so it just got the concrete floor wet and some boxes.
Today is day 17 though and late yesterday and so far today have been filled with little whispers from the bitch.
Not hard hammering craves that make you almost question your resolve just whispers.
"Hey you sat in your chair, wouldn't you normally have a dip in" I reach for my pocket out of habit.
"Hey you just Woke Up shouldn't you put a dip in on the way to piss" again my had brushes the empty pocket in my pants.
She wont shut up, relentless little whispers, just ate whisper, closed the grill whisper, in the truck going to the store whisper whisper whisper....no gas stations on the way to the grocery store.
I know she is there she doesn't need to remind me...maybe she does perhaps her whispering all the time will remind me she is always there helps me keep on my toes, reminds me how sneaky she can be.
Fuck the Bitch if she ain't good enough to be on the list she ain't good enough.
