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 I have worked really hard on my room—in spurts. But that is how I work anyway. So, while my family went to an event, I stayed home to avoid the major crash that comes after being with lots of people, since I just did it the beginning of June. I had a few days to work alone. 

I had already gotten the drywall mudded. I was waiting on determination to arrive so I could get my walls sanded to move on to texture and paint. The sanding stood in my way for weeks as I hate the sound of sanding. When I sand, I have to wear ear protection, so I don’t go insane with the terrible scratching sound. I finally got to sanding—rubbing the wall with my sanding sponge with all my might. Then, I could get to touch ups and texture.  

Touch ups in the mudding were super annoying, since they didn’t look great. Finally, I decided to get texturing. I worked until 2 AM carefully rolling the texture on. After all the texture was on, I did some light sanding, more touch ups, and then it was time to seal the drywall. 

I got a roller and coated the entire room with drywall sealer. It didn’t take long. I put a second coat on, rolling the thin, white paint on the walls. I could hardly wait for the sealer to
dry to begin painting, but I had a new thought, the ceiling looks like it could use some paint. It is really hard to paint a ceiling after the walls are done, so why no do it first?

I sponged on a pattern near midnight the day after I textured. It was horrible. Currently there are no screens in the windows, so the bugs are an absolute nuisance. They crawled around in my wet paint, swarming around the light. In the morning, dozens of bugs were stuck to the ceiling. Several moth stories could be told from patches of gray dust affixed to my paint. 

More work! I didn’t end up liking the sponge pattern, but I went to work on the walls anyway. Soon my room was swathed in a lovely shade of blue. The ceiling looked strikingly bad in comparison. With the walls finished, I began to completely paint the ceiling. All went well, except for at the end when daylight was fleeing, and I did not want to repeat my first episode. The consequence were drips on the bottom of the wall, which I fixed. Finally, I could get to the part of accessories.  

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