fell swoop

You know how every once in awhile you move into a new place and find yourself thinking, "Hey, this is a pretty great place, but there are a few things I'd like to do to make it more inviting and comfortable and me." Then you go about your life picking up some new furniture and maybe a few decorations along the way. Then one day four months later you realize that you haven't really done much at all, and suddenly you cannot stand living one more second in a place that doesn't feel like you've made it your own because it is driving you crazy which is not good for your demeanor or overall health (not to mention apparently causes the reckless use of run-on sentences). So you go on a painting binge which lasts four days and covers the majority of the rooms in your home, and finally allows you to walk into your own bedroom without feeling like having a bit of a vom?

Me too.