Dear Diary:

Today I tried to paint my cell phone. It seemed like a good idea at the time. No, actually placing it on the window sill seemed like a good idea at the time. Then it never rang and I forgot it was there and later went WHOOSH with the roller on a stick and WHAM splat went the cell phone.

Oh, and foam brushes with wedged tips rock; so does being ambidextrous.

The living room and the bedroom are completely and utterly done.

So.am.I.