Argh, song stuck in head.

I-i-i-i'm gonna make you ... late.
I-i-i-i'm gonna do you ... a favor.
I-i-i-i'm gonna get you off ... schedule. . .

I blame shaddragon for this.

I blame shaddragon for many things. Including my profound need to find the collar that rubberskunk gave me years ago and get some other decorative items.

Spent a fascinating couple of hours discovering what yerba mate is like. (Short answer: to be dealt with carefully.) Manicmanicmanicmanicmanic. I like the taste, though; the people at Erowid who think it tastes like hay need to get a grip.

I am pleased to have been comfortable and done a decent job of taking care of. (Indecent jobs best not done at games.)

I am also very sleepy.

I also need to clean up the light bulb I exploded over my head in the basement at some point. Sigh.