A concise collection of my day's diverse diversions.

My one hope for today is that the printer will get thrown out a window. There are advantages to living on the third story.

Our apartment has never been so clean. Ever. And it smells lemony fresh! Sort of. But not in a bad, fake lemon way. That lemon Pine Sol is good stuff.

My roommate is a pirate! Despite his efforts to be legitmate!

Return of the Jedi is still my favorite.

At one point while we were cleaning, Seth said, "Holly, I don't think you're wearing any pants!" I said, "That is correct, I am not." I'm no exhibitionist, but I see the benefits of occasional, practial, partial nudity. And he puts up with me so nicely.

The Empire is like Microsoft.

I think the City of Morris woke up today and realized that it's August; they'd better hurry up and do all kinds of road construction before the show starts flying.

As I was cleaning the bathroom, I talked to the soap scum I was wiping off the surfaces of the bathtub. "Die, rebel scum!" (And this was before the Star-Wars-watching for the day.) I've just always wanted to say that.