Yeah, you know that subject I have a love hate relationship with.
So we've been told to do emotional log thing as often as possible. Now we all know I like blogging, but like, I do it when I feel like it ok.
So here goes nothing.
Emotion: Awkward
The painter is now inside my house singing Vietnamese songs to the window he's taping up. I don't know how to react.
There is less than a metre distance between us and I feel way to uncomfortable.
Now he's given me a fright. He's doing that thing where the headphones are in and I can't hear any of his music and he's just singing a line every minute or so just out of the blue. Though I actually just had a heart attack because he just belted what I believe to be the chorus of the Vietnamese version of Livin' on a Prayer.
Maybe he's just celebrating because now he's out of the cold harsh winds and inside our warm, but not actually that warm, house.
Maybe. But I still feel awkward.
