Breakfast.

Slept in until eight. As I've been getting up at five-twenty or so on my own, it was more than a bit of a struggle to remain asleep. I tossed and turned trying to go back under for a while.

Breakfast is leftover salmon with my new sauce that makes it taste like smoked salmon. You just have to add more lemon juice when reheating, is all. I've been trying to finish this piece of it for the past two days. Yum. Delicious, but I just wasn't hungry enough to finish it off, the night before last.

Today is a day for moving furniture and rearranging books. Lots of. Reinstalling the modem on Tigereye, reformatting Enki and installing Windows 98 on him.

Clean!

The living room is now approaching clean. The bookshelves that were untidily in the west wall corner nook are put on the east side of the north wall; the stuff that was there is stacked on top of the bookshelves, the TV is scooted over. The one couch is put in the place where the west bookshelves were.

Coffee table is over in another corner. Enki's desk is out in the living room, and the little desk is now the sewing machine desk in Votania's room. The cute little networking switch is on the floor in my room, waiting for a vacant plug place that will manifest as soon as I unload my desk and move it.

There's suddenly a lot more room in here. The living room, at least: my room is trashed. Not quite literally -- but there are a lot of things lying around lacking proper stacking space, and I need to find places to put things.

Hair

Dyed Votania's hair black after the shopping expedition. Combed the cat, then washed him.

The living room looks huge. Cleaning up the kitchen counter and the north altar seem to be next, but you never know. I think the orange chicken (homemade) has higher priority.

Back.

After far too long, Tigereye is now back happily in my room, and the network is singing happily to itself. Well, on Tigereye's end at least. I have a suspicion that I don't want to know what's up with Enki, though he's happier after having been defragged a little. That, and losing the Webshots (!) may have helped some too.

Votania's brewing orange chicken. I think we've got a winner. The secret ingredient turned out to be that the pieces are fried with cornstarch breading, not flour, and the soy sauce and vinegar make the whole world a better place. That, and the 10 proof bubbly lemonade I've been sipping at. That's not in the recipe, you understand, and it's not on the chicken, but that makes for a slightly disconnected in a happy way 'Ni, and that might be advantageous.

I don't have to share my computer with anyone now. This makes me insanely ecstatic. Nor do I have to do my websurfing with company, something that might make for trauma for small fayoumi should I happen to check http://sexylosers.keenspace.com by accident at the wrong moment.

Emo

Why do some people focus on the nasty depressing emotions and blow off the good ones? Huh?

...If someone answers that to everyone's satisfaction, and suggests a fix for it, they will probably have accomplished what untold generations of philosophical/spiritual leaders have been trying to accomplish.

Mmmmmm.

Hee.

This was my weekend to beg.