Pepsi One: Can 4

I have spent many an hour painting today, and many miles to go before I sleep. It turns out that painting around the trim is approximately 98734543798 times easier than using the roller across the walls. The last time we painted this bathroom, I did the rolling and, reasoning that it was easier to spread more paint than eke out a little, I caused quite a few drip marks, which I'm suffering for now. Suffering both because I can't quite sand them away so they're besmirching my current efforts, and also because my consequent change in strategy means that I'm pressing the roller like crazy to get a thin coat and my palms are blistering. It feels too late to give in to the drip marks. And yesterday it became undeniably clear that a second coat will be necessary-- I imagined I'd get it all done today, but it's 8pm and I still have a bit of the first coat to finish. For that matter, every five minutes I have to leave the room entirely to let the sweat evaporate a little. I'm thinking about that scene in X-Men where the anti-mutant senator, post-torture, wades nakedly up the beach, drained of color, and I can't understand how I could have sweated so very much and still have big legs. Something should have washed away.