D and I have a new roomate now. He is hilarious. I feel very relaxed in this house with him. It will be, in the immortal words of Martha, "a good thing."

We have spent the day cleaning out the house and clearing out space for him. It feels so good to get rid of the stuff you've been hoarding for so long. Two trips to Value Village and one to the dump and we are still collecting crap. It's amazing what you don't need.

Nevertheless, I am procrastinating. I really shouldn't be on here, the hardrive is ready to crash and I have't saved all my files yet. This is, of course, the reason I haven't been writing. It's hard though, I'm so comfortable here - especially with this spanking new set up...