Lazy is I.

So, a month ago I posted my plumbing woes. Or, work, not woes, since I beat that there devil.

I've since moved on to other projects -- finishing work on the bathroom, cleaning the guestroom, and the careful study of my stairwell to deterine how the heck I get the rods out. I want to tile my entry-way floor.

(How does this equal lazy? I haven't done anything yet on the floor, and instead spent copious amounts of time re-reading old fantasy novels I enjoyed in days gone past. Escapism, since I can't escape.)

However, in wake of claris's happy news today, a post was needed to remind one and all, I exist. And that all of my teachings (to claris have panned out into a beautiful display of rebellion, agression and getting evil with the PTB. Go claris I give you top marks. My finest pupil ever. Makes a perfect tear roll down my cheek.

*sniff*

I love you dude. In a purely non lesbian'ian sort of way. Let's just say we hugged and move on from there. Girls hugging girls is okay, after all. And some men dream of it.