Hobbit and Istar were NOT pleased with the new arrangement. Well, in all fairness, Istar spends 98% of his day confused, so I can’t really blame the move for his oddness. Hobbit, however, has not stopped letting me know that she is not impressed. She’s been very surprisingly vocal about her dislike. She stood at the former location of the couch and howled. She refused to nap on the couch in it’s new location. She shot death rays from her eyes at every chance. I just can’t have my Hob so upset.

Today, I moved it all back.

Mood: Tired

Victory is MINE!

Mood: Accomplished

This is not the first time I’ve done something like this–actually it is the first time I’ve also ruined dinner while incinerating a burner cover, but it was just Rice-a-Roni, so I guess it’s no huge loss. Still….

I guess I’ll have to make a dinner of the truffles my mom brought me this evening. Thanks, Mom!

Mood: Dorky

With the below freezing temperatures, I’m reminded that my heater isn’t working properly. The temperature stays the correct level in every room except the living room, where I have no vent. I covered the vent to place the armoire over it, and I haven’t gotten around to adding a new vent. Mom said we’d put one in this weekend, so I guess I get to learn about jigsaws and heating ducts. Yay!

Hobbit and Istar are, well, fighting a lot. I *think* they’re playing and it looks like Hob’s fighting back more. I’m glad to see her fight and not run, because he needs to be put in his place sometimes. Overall, it’s a nice little vibe. I do think, however, that he suffers from Stockholm Syndrome or something. He will bite the hell out of Hobbit, me, the furniture, and anything else he can target until I give him a bath. Normally, cats will fight to the death to get out of taking baths, but he LOVES it. After getting a bath, he purrs and calms down and becomes the sweetest thing in the world. Yep, I now have two insane kitties.

My home improvement efforts continue and I have added the new front door that I so desperately wanted from the time I bought my house. I feel very good about it now. I *still* have to fix up Fandom Room, and I plan to work on it very soon. I have an idea about how I can hang my shelves, but since I have no practical knowledge of construction matters, I could be way off base.

My family is in San Diego for the 4th, so it looks like Hobbit and I will be having our cookout alone. Happy Independence Day!

I bought a lawn mower today. Damn, it’s nicer than my car. I also bought a weed whacker and lots of accessories to go with each of them. Of course, in my novice ways, I broke the weedeater straightaway, but it’s fixable (just not by me). Heh.

New RR/RW challenge starts tonight and we’ll see how the new faces are, though I’m doubting I’ll like it as much as the previous challenges.

Ton of work related tasks to finish this week, starting tomorrow with the bombardment of seniors with all the crap they didn’t complete aleady. Joy. The good news is that I get to hang out with Flo for a little bit, so that will be nice. Throw in some xash13x and it’s a BCHS reunion!

It’s no secret that I hate much of society. Normally, I would teeter on the edge of embolism at the sight of a portable restroom being placed in my backyard. However, the Parks Authority has done just that, and I have proof. But in a strange turn of events, whenever I see it, I don’t see a Port-A-Potty, I see my very own TARDIS. Fandom or idiocy? You decide.

Early Summer colds are the worst. I figure that out of the 8 million people in NYC, I came home with the germs of at least 2/3 of them. Ugh.

Actually, I remember watching really old Doctor Who eps on PBS after Big Blue Marble when I was a kid. But that Doctor? NOTHING like this one. Nope, not at all. This one is just *guh* with charm and quirkiness. *GUH* I say!

And so it begins.

In other news, I cut my grass for the first time today. Not “cut the grass where I live”; no, I cut MY grass, as in “I own it!” Holy hell, y’all, I own stuff!

The new water heater seems to be working out just fine, and OMG do I need to send my mom to a spa or something. Without her, I wouldn’t have had hot water for days, and I continue to marvel at her ability to do literally ANYTHING. Thanks, Mom!

Work is going well…almost too well. It *has* to be the calm before the storm, but I’m not complaining. Nope.

Hobbit is doing great. She didn’t like her birthday present, so I sent it to her cousins. She likes her automatic feeder, though, and that’s fabulous. Now I get to sleep in on weekends. I haven’t felt this rested since I moved here.

Have a great week, everyone!

Thanks guys. I’ll try to be more poetic later.

p.s. I can’t wait to see da haircut!

So, yeah, who needs cash?

Oh, and Shrader–you and me. This week. Write it down.