This is a friend's blog. She is basically doing the thing that I am dreaming of (you know, other than writing). One day, I am going to scrape something and put flooring down and DAMN I am going to tile a wall. I can just feel it. Every time I go home, I try to convince my parents to take my home improvement advice, but they are so complacent. Once, when I was home from college, my dad left on a work trip and I painted the bathroom while he was gone. I loved it. He thought it was okay. If I could find the very safe and obvious place I stored my camera's battery charger during the move, I'd put a picture right here of the nine little orchid blossoms I've been checking on every morning. This is the first time one of my orchids has bloomed while in my care, so that is really fucking exciting. To be fair, it's the orchid that still has the flower stalk it came with—neither of the other two have ever grown a new one. But I believe in them.