Guess whose basement is flooding?

G'AWN, GUESS.

Tiling project delayed again for reasons I'm too tired to go into.

So instead, Ann and I went to the Loop, had Thai food and boba, and went to our favoritest place in the world: Trader Joe's! I confessed dark secrets! She gave me blackmail material! It's all good!

The tendon in my left ankle keeps doing this funny thing. It's like it slips around when I step down (like going down a stairwell). It doesn't hurt, but it's darned weird, and a little worrisome. Also, my left shoulder is hurting again.

My body -- so awesome!

I've got my tea, and I've got nothing better to do with my evening than write, so I think I shall!

I'm re-reading The Crime Classification Manual, a compendium of violent crimes, victimology, and case studies. Because when you live alone, reading about how people can be randomly stalked and killed by deranged individuals is awesome!

Speaking of where I live: ( the last few months have taught me that I want a condo.  )

Final sidenote: Nine years of building webpages have embedded into me a list of character entity references (such as é for é, or ♥ for ♥). My coworkers are in awe and fear of my power to whip these strange characters out at a moment's notice. It is a power I swore I would ne♥er use toward évíl...oh, snap!