At Madison Market, Saffron threads are $2080.00 per pound. Pot is still more expensive. I can't afford that kind of opulence, so I guess I'll continue relying on sleep deprivation to lower my mental focus.

Nearly everything I own is in the living room. My first reaction is to look at this heap and say, "wow, I have lots of stuff." But really, I don't. It all fits in a space about the size of a Honda Civic. Yeah, I suppose I could park a civic in my living room if there were a driveway up to it and it weren't filled with my crap. My next reaction is, "I don't need any of this stuff." Really. I moved the things I need to do my job back into the office, and that is: UPS, router, hub, wireless AP, and the web server. There's a quarter civic of gear above and beyond that which only serves to make my work louder, bigger, and/or more enjoyable. I haven't put my audio production desk back together, so maybe that's where most of the rest of the civic goes. Still, I can't throw a lot of this stuff away. I'm too sentimental.

Kris' basement flooded with sewage. This is, coincidentally, the exact event which motivated him to move out of his last dwelling and into a fancy shmancy new place on Capitol Hill. How ironic that the one thing which drove him away from a refurbished crack house should turn up in a relatively modern yuppie hive! This time, though, it's worse: the basement is a nice carpeted area, and happens to be his bedroom. Euugh.

I gave a vacate notice at the rehearsal studio. I'm glad I never moved in with Brian and Kris, it has turned out to be a real hassle renting something with them. Kris usually pays rent on time, and if not, then maybe a day or two late. But that, combined with Brian's apparent tendency to just not pay rent, would have made sharing a lease with them a study in financial frustration. Gaaah! Gaah! It's hard enough dealing with my own tendency to spend money unwisely. (Incidentally, this motivated me to change my homepage to a black screen with 3 huge words in the center: "DON'T BUY ANYTHING".)

Tomorrow is more work and more cleaning. Oh boy! But it brings me one day closer to a Bush-free future.

Ohio sucks, in case you were wondering. --Helen

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