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SHINY!

Timelies all!

It's cold and wet here, though not icy...yet. Tomorrow's commute is gonna be fun.

There's ice here. I can hear it on the trees. This means I probably have to scrape my car in the morning. Love.

Have hot soup. Mmm.

One of the maintenance guys offered to repair my damaged wall under the table. Sure! He asked how my cats were. Apparently, Loki was Very Friendly and Helpful when he was painting over the water damage.

Dinner was Quinoa pasta with artichoke hearts, olive oil, roasted garlic and a little parmesean cheese. nom nom!

One futon sold, still waiting to hear about the other. I'm going to attempt to sleep on the 5" of memory foam I used to have on top of the futon tonight. If that doesn't work, I will get an air mattress.

I just want this stuff out of here!

Thanks for that link, Shari. It's kind of depressing, the business end of the whole thing.

Today is Leverage day! V. excited. John Rogers finally mentioned Mission Impossible in reference to the show, but not this ep. He cites Rockford Files as an influence, and I don't know that I get it. I even went back and watched another RF episode from Netflix.

I want to pick up a new laptop, but I'd rather try it out in the store first before buying it, and every time I see one I like, it sells out before I can get over there! I was in the mood to get it tonight, and even though it was listed as being in stock at the nearest store this afternoon, it's sold out now. People are definitely buying computers right now, regardless of the economy.

I have like a million shows taping tonight, I don't even know what. I think I'm taping Leverage at like 1am.

ION, I had an eventful last few minutes of my trip home: first, I almost got hit by a car. It didn'y touch me, but came damn close. I said JESUS CHRIST apparently pretty loud, because a guy crossing the street ahead of me took off his iPod and asked if I was OK. Which was nice. So that was kind of an adrenaline rush. Then, when I was opening my apartment door, my phone rang with an unfamilar Boston-area number, so I was afraid it was something about my grandmother, but no! It was a childhood friend, now in NYC, who wants to get together to catch up and talk career stuff. Good times!

Then I cooked up some potatoes, onions, and kielbasa, and now I'm trying to catch my breath.

The cops just knocked on my door because there was "an incident" on the corner by near my house. The took my name and number, even though I didn't hear or see anything, but he couldn't tell me what it was. Of course I was wearing a ripped shirt, no bra and flannel pajama bottoms.

This is the incident:

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Eeep. That's awful, Sue.

Yikes, Sue! That's terrible.