spooky

Millari and I have just come home from a lovely dinner with our friend G and his family (wife H was counselling M on the finer points of MA divorce law, which was really nice of her, especially since she took it upon herself to offer.) Anyway, we smelled a weird smoky smell, and I poked around and figured that it appeared to be coming from the office next door. So M called the fire department. They came quickly and, apparently not liking the smell either, proceeded to rip the door down and they are, as I type, scouring the office looking for the source of the smell. So far, they haven't found it, which seems to have them worried. I hope it doesn't turn out to be nothing, or I shall feel quite the fool.

UPDATE: Well, the NFD has unplugged a computer monitor that seems to have been the source of the offending odor. Other than that, we'll see.`

home news

The move has begun. Most of my big pieces are now at the new place, as is my phone. My old friend G (henceforth known as MAMEd, for obscure reasons) and Lefty were hugely helpful, and we got a lot done yesterday afternoon, while M was off bonding with her dad. (NB The Pleasant St. apartment no longer has a phone line, so please call my cell if it's important.) There is still much cleaning to be done, a fair bit of packing and some stuff to be thrown away/disposed of, such as my microwave, TV, old computer and perhaps a bookcase or two. I have a lot of books to get rid of (I dropped off a big load of comics at Modern Myths today, so anyone looking for sets of Lucifer, 100 Bullets and Knights of the Dinner Table, head on over.) and I'm surprised the Prison Book Project hasn't called back. I'm very excited about the new place, but damn this is a lot of work.

Plus, combined with filling in for Lefty last week, means that I have fallen well behind on school work. Fuschia reassures me that I'll get it all done, but I have my doubts...and I know that that can be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Enough of this. I'll stress myself out so much I won't get anything done. For now, I shall make whirly pop and write a short paper.