The slow creep of reality has begun its inexorable assault on my coveted, glowing drunkenness. Rats. The unemployment mixed with the fact that the drive was financially hugely irresponsible, mixed with the conclusion of several conversations with people at Disney this past week mixed with my dwindling, meager savings have made for a bitter chaser. In my happy stupor, I failed to notice or care...until a couple of days ago. Too, the the last materials required for the studio have ended up being shockingly expensive. I spent $132 on red oak for the double-paned window. Yikes. Granted, I had to have some custom milling done by the excellent Arroyo Hardwoods in Pasadena (no website, but a veritable playground for geeks who love hand made wood items, luthiers, and anything else exotic and fabulously rare; the smell alone is worth the visit), but still, that's $132 I can't really afford. But, I must. The studio has to get finished. Every day it doesn't is another day of potentially lost revenue, and money spent elsewhere (i.e., on the storage place that I need to keep until the room is done).

Building has kind of stopped being much fun. I just want to finish this damn thing. Still, I guess a few small pleasures in it abound: finish sanding the oak yesterday yielded such a beautiful surface. If wood can be sexy, this is.

So, the window remains, some other trim, sealing the plaster, some mostly touch-up paint, leveling some of the floor, the carpet (paid for already thankfully), and installing proper door shoes (necessitating the not so difficult but super annoying task of shortening the doors 3/8").

How boring was all that?

Onwards.