Then he went to sleep on the couch, so he could get me motivated to work the next morning.
So a lot of Sunday was spent cleaning crap out of my room. It's still an amazing pigsty, but the only thing left of "She"'s is the bistro table this computer is sitting on. When the desk is delivered (And assembled), that goes too.
We spent a fair amount of time trying to figure out how to rearrange the room. I had a plan, but that's not going to work. My house appears to have been designed by a very subtle sadist. The rooms are large, airy, and initially look easy to furnish. Until you realize that every damn wall has something that's going to block you - a door or a window in an exceedingly inconvenient place. I had a great idea for where to put the work center, but now there's no place left to put the bed, without floating it in the center of the room. We'll see as I get the pieces. I've gotta remember to take a picture when I have it put together - it'll only take 15 minutes for the mess to start multiplying.
We cleaned up, then went out for dinner with
Last night's show was slooooow. For one thing, the Gay Melrose contingent was off partying at
In the process, I found a new drink and a new way to bug
Of course, I normally drink Amaretto sours, and even sipping on a glass that was essentially flavored vodka meant I was... happy by the end of the night. So for the second time in a row, Timmie had to take me off to Denny's to sober me up, this time with
And now I'm up, recovered, and waiting for the IKEA delivery truck to hurry up and get here. Then I'll just have to fight off tweakers wanting to help assemble the stuff...