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* Yesterday I was randomly exhausted so I ended up taking a nap instead of evening work period on the apartment. Mostly, I've been fixing up my room and doing things with living room shelves. This is fairly nit picky as I reuniting escaped game pieces with games and the like. The eventual shape of the living room is coming clear, though. I'm still trying to figure out a few things a far as where they will end up and there's still issues with electrical stuff. I also took a bunch of time out today for putting away more kitchen stuff I found and doing general upkeep. The pathogen lingers, inconveniencing and sapping energy. Mache's arthritis is still bugging her, poor little thing. Hector doesn't understand that Mache needs her turn at attention. He and the Butt are getting along really well, which pleases me.

* I've been well fed for most of a week. I'd forgotten what that felt like. It's a good kind of weird though.

* Who would have thought carrot juice and lapsong suchong would go together this well?

* The Slumlords now want us to pay them $900.00, mostly to fix things they refused to fix when we lived there, things that were damaged before we moved in, and things that got more damaged as a result of things they refused to fix, like leaks, or the molding that rotted away. (: They refused to fix the ceiling leak for the previous tenant and wouldn't fix it for us until it repeatedly shorted the electrical in the wall and the electrician threatened to turn them in for a fire hazard. This led to increased mold and the floor rotting through. They replaced the floor with a plywood plank. Clearly the mold and damaged floor is now our fault, right? It's all like that. It took two years to get them to fix a toilet leak. They refused to fix the molding so large prtions of the wood around the window rotted away. Etc..) We don't have that kind of money, and if we did, we'd have fixed the fucking car. I particularly resent them wanting us to pay to clean the carpet when it was torn and badly stained when we moved in. Seems to me they owe us seven years of decent carpet, not the other way around. *sigh*

* I'm surprised by the dearth of reading requests this year. Usually there's a line. Probably by fault for skipping a few years.

* "More Tips From The Margins:" http://neo-prodigy.livejournal.com/1039849.html

* "It's Ok to Be Neither:" http://rethinkingschools.org/archive/26_01/26_01_tempel.shtml

I wish there were more elementary teachers like this.

* Related thought: A few months ago, I was in the check out at a grocery store and the middle aged man behind me pointed to my messenger bag and demanded "What's that?" He clearly thought it was hilarious. I explained that it was a messenger bag. He said he'd never seen a guy with one before. I pointed out that he'd see quite a few if he went up to the college. I added a list of why it was useful, demonstrating one of them by loading my groceries into it, which I generally do if I'm only picking up a few things. (WWU is on a big hill). I kept it calm and matter of fact. He kept laughing and pointing. Sigh. Still, it was an alternative/hippy heavy store, and I'm betting I'm the one looked like a grown up of the two of us.

I refuse to call it a "murse."

* "Man is accidentally shot by his own dog:" http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/man-accidentally-shot-own-dog-221644169.html

* "Teen writes death threat to Santa:" http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2011/12/14/19122321.html

* No such thing as too much love:

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* Yesterday I was randomly exhausted so I ended up taking a nap instead of evening work period on the apartment. Mostly, I've been fixing up my room and doing things with living room shelves. This is fairly nit picky as I reuniting escaped game pieces with games and the like. The eventual shape of the living room is coming clear, though. I'm still trying to figure out a few things a far as where they will end up and there's still issues with electrical stuff. I also took a bunch of time out today for putting away more kitchen stuff I found and doing general upkeep. The pathogen lingers, inconveniencing and sapping energy. Mache's arthritis is still bugging her, poor little thing. Hector doesn't understand that Mache needs her turn at attention. He and the Butt are getting along really well, which pleases me.

* I've been well fed for most of a week. I'd forgotten what that felt like. It's a good kind of weird though.

* Who would have thought carrot juice and lapsong suchong would go together this well?

* The Slumlords now want us to pay them $900.00, mostly to fix things they refused to fix when we lived there, things that were damaged before we moved in, and things that got more damaged as a result of things they refused to fix, like leaks, or the molding that rotted away. (: They refused to fix the ceiling leak for the previous tenant and wouldn't fix it for us until it repeatedly shorted the electrical in the wall and the electrician threatened to turn them in for a fire hazard. This led to increased mold and the floor rotting through. They replaced the floor with a plywood plank. Clearly the mold and damaged floor is now our fault, right? It's all like that. It took two years to get them to fix a toilet leak. They refused to fix the molding so large prtions of the wood around the window rotted away. Etc..) We don't have that kind of money, and if we did, we'd have fixed the fucking car. I particularly resent them wanting us to pay to clean the carpet when it was torn and badly stained when we moved in. Seems to me they owe us seven years of decent carpet, not the other way around. *sigh*

* I'm surprised by the dearth of reading requests this year. Usually there's a line. Probably by fault for skipping a few years.

* "More Tips From The Margins:" http://neo-prodigy.livejournal.com/1039849.html

* "It's Ok to Be Neither:" http://rethinkingschools.org/archive/26_01/26_01_tempel.shtml

I wish there were more elementary teachers like this.

* Related thought: A few months ago, I was in the check out at a grocery store and the middle aged man behind me pointed to my messenger bag and demanded "What's that?" He clearly thought it was hilarious. I explained that it was a messenger bag. He said he'd never seen a guy with one before. I pointed out that he'd see quite a few if he went up to the college. I added a list of why it was useful, demonstrating one of them by loading my groceries into it, which I generally do if I'm only picking up a few things. (WWU is on a big hill). I kept it calm and matter of fact. He kept laughing and pointing. Sigh. Still, it was an alternative/hippy heavy store, and I'm betting I'm the one looked like a grown up of the two of us.

I refuse to call it a "murse."

* "Man is accidentally shot by his own dog:" http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/man-accidentally-shot-own-dog-221644169.html

* "Teen writes death threat to Santa:" http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2011/12/14/19122321.html

* No such thing as too much love: