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1. Axel took my box apart and removed a good centimetre thick layer of dust from the video card. It appears to be happy again.

2. Cleaned the hell out of the breadbox and am about halfway through cleaning the kitchen shelves and sorting/throwing out the various jars and tins. Set mousetraps. No dead bodies this morning, but also no new poop.

3. Had "the talk". Not sure what's going to happen next, but I no longer feel like punching anybody.

Thanks for the virtual hugs and pints. They are appreciated.

[EDIT] And now I have a punching bag! How cool is that?

strategies for mohawk recovery

It occurred to me tonight (after reading a series of unhappy posts about unpleasant neighbour situations) that I could rent myself out for a largish hourly rate to play the Big Scary Bull-Dyke Who Shows Up At The Door And Asks Dude To Turn Down The Fucking Porn Already.

Seriously. This could be a whole new career for me.