Early morning sensibility and yourself. Or early morning, sensibility and yourself.

Welp. Turns out I'm capable of insurmountable amounts of DIY related chaos. This is how the last 20 minutes just played out.

>Inbetween watching movies about 04:15am
>Go for pee break
>Having pee >Notice sealant on the bath could probably do with redoing
>Decide now is as good a time as any
>Finishing pee
>Search first kitchen cupboard - no sign of sealant gun
>Know have seen it somewhere
>Check livingroom cupboard
>Success
>Somewhere in the back of mind have vague recollection of time of day.
>Too excited to care
>Take a moment to combat roll around living room with sealant gun re-enacting Vietnam era battlefield
>Single-handedly take Hill 881
>Return to bathroom
>Make several false starts
>Realise need to take cap off the nozzle
>Go to work.
>Note that sealant smells like salt and vinegar crisps. Temptation to taste almost overwhelming.
>Dab dab, dab dab, dab dab
>Step back and view handiwork
>Messy. But niggling itch satisfied
>Hands covered in sealant
>Try to wash off. Remember why it's called sealant
>Still trying to wash off
>Still washing
>Hands now red
>Washing
>Singing Flight of the Valkyries
>Washing
>Bathroom reeks of salt and vinegar crisps. Now starving
>Washing
>Peel off as much as possible
>Give up and dry hands
>Feel as though have justified two days off work with successful manly points
>Still singing Flight of the Valkyries
>Hands still covered in rubbery sealant
>Cat has sealant on him. Both cat and human confused as to how this occurred
>Assume cat was too stupid to notice it wasn't, infact, salt and vinegar crisps
>Ponder how best to dramatise this in status update/tweet form
>Wash hands some more
>Return to computer
>This
>Still covered in sealant
>No alcohol involved :|