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So, I'm back home, as of Tuesday, and pretty happy about that fact. Things are going flawlessly, at least for the time being.
I ended up spending yesterday (and the better part of the night before) cleaning, and my room is presently looking better than it has in quite a while, though it'll actually look NICE once I get the rug back in (I beat it last night and aired it out, so I'll bring it back in later today), and go with my Dad to the storage and pick up a bookshelf(this makes 3.5), and a library desk(This is a table with a bookshelf built into it, so four,) and add them to my living quarters. For now, the library desk is going to be what the television in my room sits upon, as. . .I currently, sadly, have no use of a desk, though I do have use of another way in which to watch DVDs. (Although my watching Giant Robo has been stalled until volume two can be pried from the cold, dead clutches of my disk drive.)
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Since I came back, my cat has been essentially adhered to my skin. What's particularly funny is that for the first six hours or so she flat out ignored me. She seems to have lost her resolve, however, and is now shamelessly begging for attention, following me around, and generally being too cute for her own good.
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So, I read Whose Body? Tuesday and loved it very much, and am in a slight fervor because of it that will probably result in my impending purchase of Clouds of Witness. What's odd, though, are the unexpected side-effects thereof. I apparently had a Lord Peter Wimsey-themed dream last night. I have no idea what it was like, what the contents of it were, etc. I just know I did, and that very fact is quite amusing.
I ended up spending yesterday (and the better part of the night before) cleaning, and my room is presently looking better than it has in quite a while, though it'll actually look NICE once I get the rug back in (I beat it last night and aired it out, so I'll bring it back in later today), and go with my Dad to the storage and pick up a bookshelf(this makes 3.5), and a library desk(This is a table with a bookshelf built into it, so four,) and add them to my living quarters. For now, the library desk is going to be what the television in my room sits upon, as. . .I currently, sadly, have no use of a desk, though I do have use of another way in which to watch DVDs. (Although my watching Giant Robo has been stalled until volume two can be pried from the cold, dead clutches of my disk drive.)
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Since I came back, my cat has been essentially adhered to my skin. What's particularly funny is that for the first six hours or so she flat out ignored me. She seems to have lost her resolve, however, and is now shamelessly begging for attention, following me around, and generally being too cute for her own good.
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So, I read Whose Body? Tuesday and loved it very much, and am in a slight fervor because of it that will probably result in my impending purchase of Clouds of Witness. What's odd, though, are the unexpected side-effects thereof. I apparently had a Lord Peter Wimsey-themed dream last night. I have no idea what it was like, what the contents of it were, etc. I just know I did, and that very fact is quite amusing.