(slingbacks with a bow would have been)

So proud. I need to hit DSW. One of my pairs of $6 Wards sandals (from 7 years ago) tore a hole in the side of my foot. I badly need to replace them. Not much life left in them.

So I just found out that the childhood friend whose art hangs on my walls is a) married and b) mother to a 2 year old Lucia (I LOVE THAT NAME). Which points the boy-you-suck-at-keeping-in-touch arrow at me, but! I'll get to visit with her in a little over a week!

Shit, I'm travelling in a week and have done no prep. Ah well. It's to the childhood home, I can't really forget anything missable.

This is so cliche, but it is also the cliche's fault. Due to the docuwhatever on crossword puzzles tournaments, the Monitor had published a few and I found myself doing them and really liking it. So when I was up at B&N this evening, I picked up a cheapy book of them. And then proceeded to do 8 in 2 hours. Not that I'm good (I cheat-when I finally get as stuck, I look to the solutions, only adding one word then trying to solve from there) but man, addictive.

I have stuff to do. I'm not doing it.

Ditto. Although, between last night and today, I have watched the first 7 eps of Queer As Folk, and decided that a) I like it, b) I really want Michael and Dr. Dave to end up together, and c) Brian is a jerk, but reminds me a bit of Mal.

I also sort of watched the Omega Man, and decided that it didn't hold up well and was not quite bad enough to be good. I thought that movie was supposed to be kind of good. Huh.

I am terribly pleased that you are addicted to crosswords, sarameg. It's not a social actjvity at all (at least the way I do it), but it makes me happy that there are otehr people out there indulging in it.

Brian Kinney totally does look like young!Mal.

I'm so glad it's not just me. I was afraid it was just my Firefly on the brain, which I totally have but didn't think this was just that.

So, tell me. If I have F otb to the extent that I own two complete sets of the DVDs, how do I have no disk one in the house? Also, I stoopidly lent s5 of Buffy, and since it's gone, I totally want to watch it. And the people I lent it to insist that they didn't borrow it, and I don't remember distinctly as I was busy heading out of town, but I know it was one of two people, since they're the only ones I know who would be interested and also the only ones who came to my house the weekend before, and I'm not mad, but I want my discs!

Shit, I'm travelling in a week and have done no prep.

Ha! I'm travelling in two days and have done no prep! I win! Or something...

It is raining in my bathroom. I was sitting here at my computer, doing the writing thing, when I heard rain. In my bathroom. Sure enough, there was water rushing in from the ceiling.

I ran upstairs, and pounded on the door of heavy metal boy, who lives above me. He plays very loud heavy metal all night, hence his name.

He couldn't hear me. I called the management company and left a message, and then went back upstairs to pound on heavy metal boy's door again.

A very wet, very pretty boy opened the door, and I asked him if he happened to be having an issue with his pipes. Unfortunately, the porn music did not cue.

So when he takes a shower, I get his dirty bathwater.

Landlord called back. Won't be able to fix this shit until WEDNESDAY.

WEDNESDAY.

That shit HAS to be illegal.

ANGRY NOW.

-t, it's funny. My dad always did the crosswords, and I just ignored it. And now? Suddenly, I'm bitten. As long as I have a cheat sheet. I'd totally toss them over once I'm stumped otherwise. Patience? Me?

Emily, I usually start obsessing 2 weeks before a trip. Not doing so is freaky. And I've got a shitload to do, both work and just stuff, before then.

Um, why am I still up? Oh yeah. Neighbor kid T's dad called to tell me his mother had written a book (which I should look up.) FREAKY. Now I need to move. ( I have a ridiculous aversion to ANYONE keeping tabs on me. That he knew I was home by my lights or presence on the balcony freaks me out. Which is silly. BUT STILL. Ahrg! AHHRG!!)

Allyson, google the local housing authority. Around here, when my friend's bathroom ceiling caved in, they had to have plumbers in within 24 hours. It did take a week to fix, but she at least had a semi-functional bathroom in between plumbers and drywallers and plasterers and...

Oh, Allyson, that's awful. Make him lower the rent.