Ok, I’m frustrated. Masking tape is not meant to be used on walls when trying to paint. I’m limited on my paper tape, but it works much better. Apparently, I’m not allowed to display the fact that I’m frustrated with something, because then I stress out those that live with me, and it becomes me being angry at them. Not that I am, I just feel that I function better when I actually let the emotions out, vs. holding them in and then transferring them to some small, inconsequential issue that normally wouldn’t even get a second glance. So, instead of me just voicing my frustrations at a certain object, I’m suddenly angry at specific people because they just happen to be in the same room as me, at that given moment. So, is my room done like I’d hoped? Nope. I’m thinking I’m going to skip tonights festivities to get it done, though, I’m ready to pass out from lack of food, even though I’m eating now. I’ve been ecstatic to have my room done this weekend. It means meditation space, me space, and study space. To have it prolonged any longer is very irritating, I shouldn’t have bothered sleeping in this morning. I should have dragged my ass out of bed at 9.30 when I originally woke up, but no, I went back to sleep. Fuck me.