It's really weird. I got up in the middle of the night to um, take care of something that needed taking care of,* and I turned on the overhead light. Now, usually when I
With my bladder evacuated and my hands washed, I returned to my bedroom, turned out the light, got into bed, and noticed handprints all over the ceiling.
Now, I've been living here for fourteen and a half months. You'd think that I would have noticed the handprints sometime last August. I didn't, though, and I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes every time I go to bed. Perplexing.
I remembered the experience when I got up this morning. It was still dark, and I thought I might possibly have dreamed it (not likely, but how could I have been here more than a year without noticing?), so I flicked the light on for a few minutes, and then back off. The handprints are still there. They're child-size, so I imagine somebody was doing a decorative art project with one of their kids, and the landlord never noticed.
Anyway, how did I not notice the handprints for an entire year? It must have been the lightbulbs. I'd been using the same two incandescent bulbs since we moved in, and I just last week replaced them with a couple of energy-saving florescent ones. The paint must respond to the florescent lights but not to standard tungsten bulbs. Or maybe they do, but my eyes don't pick it up. Whatever. I've never noticed it before because later in the evening I always rely on my bedside lamp which doesn't have a florescent bulb. The first time I've had those bulbs on and looked at the ceiling afterward must have been last night.
Either that or my roommates are messing with me.
* Like most people, I sometimes get embarrassed talking about uh, well, you know.