I'm very happy with it. High ceilings in the office and I'm surrounded by my books.

JZ is making a spice rack. I don't think she even took shop class.

I'm up to 40% less achey, but now my stomach is full of pneuma, and the bottom of my lungs are swiming in fluid. EM is keeping Emmett for an extra night so he doesn't get sick. Also, my gas tank is hovering over E.

So I've watched bad movies all day. View to A Kill may be the worst Bond movie ever. How am I supposed to take it seriously with the exotic locations when they're just poodling around San Franciso and breaking into file rooms in city hall? Jesus, Columbo could do that. Also, Roger Moore was really showing his age. He's looks like he's real stiff getting off the cable car. Still, it has Christopher Walken with crazy blond hair and Grace Jones.

Also saw Thank God It's Friday - the super cheesy disco movie. I didn't realize Debra Winger and Jeff Goldblum were in it. It's kind of like a Beach Party movie with lots more cocaine and poppers. The guy they set up as the best dancer? The Leatherman (seriously) - just terrible. He could do a fair amount of acrobatic stuff, and ballet leaps, but just a total graceless leadfoot.

My brother has one like that too, called Screech because she broke her voice crying for three days in the woods alone when she was barely a few weeks old. They finally found her and got her all fixed up, but she's still not sure it's over.

That's...quite possibly the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Oy...big rainfall and the house flooded a bit. I'd better get back to stemming the waters.

Vents. Woofing vents. And I thought hearing my neighbor's tv through the bathtub was annoying.

Kat, this didn't occur to me before, but is Kuma on any steroidy-like stuff for his thyroid? Cause 'roid made Goober, the most subordinate dog ever, try to challenge the cats.

Screech is in a good place now. She knows that enough to play with the other cats and come out and sleep on my brother's neck at night. She's just scared of everyone else.

Great apartment, ND. Love all the bookshelves and books. With real furniture and, more importantly, real, framed art on the walls, it's like you're all grown up or something. Wow.

I've been in a messed up holding pattern for almost 4 years. I moved into a three bedroom with two roommates to save money. It was the right move, but it was like living in a frat house. Previous to that I had a townhouse all to my self, and that's what most of the art and such is from.

I have hopes to be similarly all-grown-up some day. I have some artwork, but it's unframed and, for the most part, hidden somewhere at my mom's house. She took it when I went to grad school, and hasn't been able to find it to return it since. I had some really nice stuff. It's one of the many benefits of having an artist best friend in college.

I begin to wonder if it's found and living on walls, not mine.

The place looks great! Mm, books.

I made a deal with myself when I moved out to Ohio for grad school that I don't put anything on the walls unless it is framed. I just got so tired of feeling like I was living in a dorm room.

Then when I worked for Disney I got a bunch of limited and numbered editions of stuff as an employee and that's a lot of what's up now.