So I have an exhaust vent on the side of my house. It isn't connected to anything. Which is good, because apparently I have chickadees nesting in there.

They really make Loki agitated. Devi shows some interest, but he's up on the windowsill, crying and knocking stuff off it...

t Waving to sarameg

And now really going to sleep.

Sleep well, Nilly. Sorry I missed you.

Sleep well, Nilly!

Two walls are painted! I feel accomplished. Now to swap the desk and the dresser. This will be interesting.

Crap. I put self-tanner on my legs this morning, and apparently got some on the inside of my forearm as well. Is there anything to be done about it? @@

Edit: I love the internet. [link]

Tom just was notified that he won first place in a homebrew competition for his British summertime beer, in the wheat beer category.

Right on!!!

Knocked over a glass of cranberry juice shuffling the furniture, pulled a muscle in my back. People, stop calling me! I love you, but I still have to excavate my bed from all the stuff I jammed on it in order to rearrange the furniture! I could put it in the attic, but I'd have to move it twice because there's no room to pull down the stairs.

Motrin. Must have motrin.

So, I am on episode three of Harper's Island. It is a bit like And then there were none/Ten Little Indians crossed with The Big Chill.

I'm crossing my fingers that my payment for the illustrations I drew for Lucha Libre comes through soon, as that has been earmarked for completely frivolous purchases and I am jonesing to get this quilt. It will go much better with the modern urban look of the current apartment (complete with two blue-violet walls in the bedroom) than my old Amélie-inspired Sofia comforter does.