I feel like Pigpen

A lot of good taking a picture of yourself wearing a dust mask does when you shoot with flash into a mirror... I started sanding tonight, and discovered why people who do this for a living make so much money doing it. It's not easy. Or fun. And I think my lungs are ready to be painted. But considering this wall used to be rotting from within every time I took a shower or flushed the toilet, a layer of drywall dust over my eyes isn't that bad.
The two-gallon bucket of "low-dust" mud is turning into 10,000 square feet of dust in a 100 square foot bathroom. Whose idea was it to paint the window shut? And how long has the air vent been clogged up? It's like five years' worth of shortcuts are ganging up on me for this one leak.
But I will emerge victorious. I will climb to the top of the mountain and dig my way back down. I am a man, and men get things done come hell or high water. Not to mention we plan on buying a cabinet to hide most of the mountain when I'm done. That's not important. What is important is that I did it myself, and there's not a cabinet in the world that will be able to hide that fact. No, wait....
Make sure that you always have a sander, dust mask, eye protection, and a 12-ounce bottle of elbow joint lubricant when you perform this task.