Are The Walls of Hell Covered In Wallpaper?

I swear to all that is holy (and I shouldn't, considering it's Ash Wednesday) that if/when I end up in hell, I will be responsible for removing wallpaper for all eternity.  That, right there, makes me want to live a holier, more prayer filled, life. Hashtag #ILOVEYOUJESUS!

I hate, Hate, HATE the whole process of wallpaper removal.  It's tedious, sticky, smelly, boring, messy, and it takes forever.  I love decorating.  I enjoy painting, and then changing my mind and dumping another $80 at the hardware store for different colored paint.  My husband says that we lost square footage at our last house because I painted the walls so many times.  I wanted to paint our bedroom which required a crap-load of wallpaper removal.  I started LAST FREEKIN' SATURDAY (today is WEDNESDAY) and still there isn't any paint on my wall.  WTF?!  Seriously, I wish I would have hired this shit out.  

I'm pretty impulsive.  Like, "I think I want to go for a ride, OhMyGod, I'm at the car dealership and just bought a car" impulsive.  Like, "maybe I want a baby, SNEEZE, and I'm pregnant" impulsive.  Saturday, I was in "let's paint the bedroom" mode.  Today, WEDNESDAY, I'm like "Seriously? I'd rather sleep inside my garage with the car running and the garage doors DOWN before I step foot in that room I used to call my bedroom."  I don't want to paint anymore.  I'm SO OVER redecorating the bedroom.  Maybe I'll go for a ride and find something else impulsive to do.  My car does have 20,000 miles on it...