At the end of the evening...

[azurelunatic]

We have, now:

• One Lunatic, still ill, but far less congested thanks to the good offices of a shower, some decongestants, a cup of salt water, and a funnel


• One under-desk space, which is hellaciously much cleaner than it had been


• Several binders with filtered contents


• A diminished pile on the shelf by the door


• Two grocery bags full of papers and crap thrown out, and a third 3/4 of the way full and still not thrown out yet


• One cat, annoyed that she's locked in the room for the night


• One "Wings Day" not participated in because I haven't any wings yet


• Two pens, found


• One pink fairy bag full of equipment for phoenixglambomb


• One installation of Winamp playing perky techno


• Countless instances of nostalgia over some pretty funky stuff


• One case of the [haven't seen] Darkside [in nearly five months] Blues


• A formerly half-full single-serving bottle of blackberry wine cooler in the trash can


• The case of "I wouldn't eat that if I were you" (brought to me by the wrong combination of weird food items on a near-empty stomach) and the resulting follow-up case of "I told you so!" (brought to me by the rest of the digestive system) winding down for the night


• A binder now labeled "TFM", with plenty of plastic pockets to store the documentation on all the instances of consumer electronics and other things that come with TFM in the household


• The Lunatic's total exhaustion