She might have forgotten about the light, I'd go get some food, omnis.

Did you establish a privacy code last night? This is obviously the first time she's crashed. I have never thought to set up a privacy code, and I'm sure I'd never think of it the first time round.

But, then again, I'm not sure I'd be concerned with giving my guest a privacy code for anywhere in my apartment that's not the bathroom, or their own guestroom if I had a separate room. I don't have the square footage. You're way more accommodating than I am.

Hey, though, make sure when you have remuneration sex with her (she has to thank you somehow) that you're properly protected. Though, you know, for only one night, maybe a blow job is enough. Although Jezebel says that men don't like them anymore, so you'll need to work something else out.

As long as you are clothed and not deliberately noisy, you shouldnt worry about anything else.

Men don't like blow jobs anymore?! What's the world coming to?

"Breaking news: Two people starved to death in a house because they were politely waiting for the other person to make some sort of noise before getting up to eat breakfast. Film at 11."

Men don't like blow jobs anymore?! What's the world coming to?

Here's the really worthwile premise for a Jezebel article: Man asks ten friends if they'd prefer to give or receive oral. Eight of his friends say they prefer to give. Cue Jez running headline announcing death of fellatio.

No, I don't know why I still read it. Oh, wait--rubbernecking and liking to complain here.

Omnis, I hope you haven't starved and/or been axe murdered.

Venting: I got a new ATM card, and even though I swear I've used the PIN they sent, it's now not working, as an ATM, debit, or credit card. No phone customer service on the weekend, no way to figure out the right pin online, and I have no cash. Pulled out a backup credit card - it expired on 3/31. So I had to leave my refilled kitty litter at Petco, and now I'm trying to figure out what to do - I guess I can write a check if they still take those, or activate my new credit card. I'm just annoyed with myself (I'm sure I messed something up), and the bank, and having to drive 15 minutes back down Tchoup to Petco and then 15 back again. Grr.

In better news, I had a lovely brunch with friends that may have given me a few more job leads, so that's good.

My house, in 8 bit, thanks to Google Maps 8 Bit street view: [link]

Argh--that happened to me a lot when I was in college...the machines ate my cards, Smonster.

Smonster, that is annoying. I hope you can straighten it out tomorrow.

Waiting patiently to find out if omnis ever left his room.

The off brand fabric softener I bought to finish up the wallpaper is not as unscented as it claims to be. Bad Big Y. No cookie.