So, while I was back in the Bay Area, waiting for my rocket to come, I found myself with an unnatural tendency to pimp my mom’s garage. I guess I’m a home repairs-garagey kinda guy. Or I will be when I get a garage of my own. I went through all of my old high school crap that was stored in boxed and threw away most of it, save for every scrap of high school work I ever did, including our quadrat project from AP bio. But then I replaced the dearth of my old stuff with paucity of new crap from college. I fixed the garage door, by loctiting (tite not tit) every bolt holding it together…nylock nuts were prohibitively expensive. I painted the entire garage, as the walls were all unfinished drywall. When my mom asked why I painted it, I said, “mom, not everyone is so foturnate to have a drywalled garage…many people just have studs and tarpaper, which would look silly. Let one hundred flowers blossom.” She said, “wtf greg, but ‘ok’ if your’e going to hook it up.” Last but not least, I pressure washed, alkali etched, and epoxy coated the garage floor, so now it’s like a race car garage. The whole garage is 200% brighter and a whole lot cleaner (looking). I can’t wait until I have my own garage.

Sky on the floor.

Finished product.