There's a hole in my wall.

[kiya]

Well, not a hole, quite, but three dents, each of which has cracked the plaster and paint, and one of which is just falling apart.

I've taken one of the fragments and have it sitting next to the computer right now. It's a little longer than the long bone of my thumb, and a bit wider than my thumb at the base; it's roughly triangular, and curves to the left a bit like a scimitar.

It's from where the knuckle of my right fist hit the wall -- that time I hit it with my hand sideways, because I don't want to do a straight-on punch when I'm wearing my rings. They are, after all, much stiffer than my bones.

I wasn't expecting the wall to be that soft.

We painted it not six months ago.

At least Kevin thinks we still have paint of the right colour.

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[xiphias.livejournal.com]

When I was a teenager, I got pretty good at replastering holes in walls. If you need help, email me. I know a lot about emotionally-induced fist-shaped-and-sized holes in walls. Like, repairing them.

I've not entirely figured out how to avoid making them, though.

Although making and eating carbohydrate-based foods sometimes helps. The perogies are a good idea.