The voices in my head are singing in harmony to an unwritten Stephen Sondheim song.

Man vs. Pee Machine The two chairs with no aluminum foil on them got peed on again, in spite of the fact that there's no way to smell the existing pee through the plastic. She must be doing this as a matter of habit. I added aluminum foil to both those chairs. The couches have not seen any pee since I added the foil to them. I'm making sure that the first thing I do when I get back into the house is to give the cat a good twenty minutes of attention, and that usually fends off any immediate retaliatory strikes for being out too late or too long. If things are still an issue the next weekend after Playa del Fuego I might consider getting another kitten from the Maryland SPCA. The other alternative would be to move all upholstered furniture from the ground floor (or the house entirely) in favor of the company of the kitten.

BSSC Dodgeball The first game of BSSC dodge ball with Tanza's team really did a number on my body, just like the first game of soccer. I think figuring out the right pre-game stretches and bringing enough water for myself will make a difference. I'm definitely looking forward to the next game and hopefully going to one of the pre- or post-game social events. This may be the way to get me through a few weeks of the winter and cold-weather cardiovascular exercise slump. There's no standing still in dodge-ball. Everyone had to pick a (super)villain name for the back of their official team tee-shirt. I chose Mr. Pink from Reservoir Dogs.

Rebecca and Phil's Wedding A resounding success. I can't wait to see some of the pictures that other folks took of the ceremony and afterwards because, a dozen people took the time to tell me how good I looked, and a different half dozen asked me if I were running for office. Hopefully once Phil is allowed to leave the marital bed he'll do his good geek duty of collecting all the digital photographs from wedding guests in one place so I can browse through give myself some new user icons and profile pictures. In spite of the fact that I don't wear them often, I wear a suit and tie quite well. My speech was well received. I didn't get any applause and people looked a little shell-shocked at the end, but a few folks came up and told me how nice it was. I'm sure there's video floating around that I will get to see and wince at.

Birthday A few people remembered it was my birthday. The one birthday card I got in the mail was from my office. I don't sweat it though. I'll make a huge fuss over my 30th, so I have no problem with the fact that my 29th was a very reserved occasion. I did get to spend all of the day with some great friends ? and give a speech, so I have no regrets. Also, I'm now 29, which feels not a day different than 28.

Sleep Schedule Currently anywhere from 3am to 11am or 4pm to noon or later. Hoping this morning will be the day I can actually leap out of bed at 7am and reset the schedule. It took a while to get this deep in the hole, so I'm not really optomistic about a quick change back.

House Cleaning In anticipation of Kathleen E. maybe needing a couch to crash on, I cleaned up both floors of the house and retrieved most of the camping gear from the basement. Found that one of the plastic storage boxes had either a crack in it or one of the towels wicked up a ton of water into the box. Luckily it was all non-important items that I'll attempt to bleach once in the washing machine and dispose of if that's not successful. Seven large bags of garbage are out on the curb, and a bunch more will join them next week.

Playa del Fuego With less than two weeks to go before the event, I have most of the parts for my art project either promised or secured. Once I make a quick trade with Justin for some hardware and fire gear, I'll only have a trip to Home Depot remaining and a few hours work in the backyard to nail everything together. I have a good feeling about this one. Plans for the Zelda's Inferno camp are continuing apace.

Personal Net Worth Ticker Certainly much more interesting than I expected it to be, and I got to learn enough of jpgraph to render everything on my home page.

Overall Fitness I've been really bad about eating right lately, but my weight is still up at a relatively solid 143.5 pounds. Need to keep the cardiovascular exercise in spite of the lowering temperatures, but I'm confident this season will be easier.

West Wing End of season two. A rain soaked President Bartlett just put his hands in his pockets and looked to the side. All three Netflix envelopes go out with the Monday mail, so I should have replacements for all three by Wednesday or Thursday. Nobody in conversation seems to understand who Sam Seaborn is, which is a shame because he's a perfect metaphor for the way I get when I'm knee deep into an important bit of writing.

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