I feel a little cheap making an entry here without a picture to punctuate it, but I'm doing it anyway. Go me.

Things in the new apartment are good, the girls still love it and even though I still haven't managed to make peace with my bedroom I'm happy here too. I've been trying to bond with it and just can't seem to, so I figured I'd move the bookshelf to the dining room and make that room nicer at least. Problem is I'm not as tough as I sometimes think I am and ended up hurling the whole thing down the stairs and knocked a big hole in the wall. So now the dining room is nicer but the hole is so sad! And now I don't even want to go upstairs any more at all. It's like the bedroom is growing, coming to get me...

So yesterday was our first attempt at a weekly game night. Got my ass handed to me in Candy Land, and we did end the evening with a little bit (massive amount) of arguing, but overall a success. The cable TV I thought came free with the apartment was shut off suddenly on Friday and it's forcing us to come up with other things to do. It's been kind of nice.

Tonight Alicia came by. We talked and laughed a lot as always, and she got me on this new poetry kick. She picked up a book by a guy who compiled a bunch of six-word poems people submitted. The only rule is it has to be six words, and it's a lot harder than it sounds. Now I'm narrating everything I do, trying to whittle down anything remotely interesting to six words. It's sort of irritating. Of course now YOU're trying it too and that makes me feel a little better - haha. :)

I treat my books like people.

I have more yarn than friends.

There's hair dye on my bra.

No book teaches me to sleep.