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Scott Hardie | January 12, 2002
Been uneventful lately.
I've spent most of my free time the past two days working on my home page. The update is coming along nicely, but I should have allowed myself more time. I've pushed back the finish date to next Friday, and I should be done by then. The page looks great so far. The front page, Thorough Movie Reviews, My Book Collection, and the visitors' comments page are all done, but I have 4-5 more pages to do.
Mice continue to be a problem. I got so sick of one scampering around my desk (or multiples doing it one at a time) that I cleaned it in a sudden fit of rage. Underneath all the papers and books I found a small field of shit and urine and little slivers of food wrappers. (There was originally an empty potato chip bag there, which is what attracted them in the first place.) The desk has been clean for five minutes now, and already one of the little bastards has come out, looked around, and gone behind the computer again. I'm going to capture and kill any that I can.
Kelly and I are having a cold fight over dishes. I have a cookbook now and I want to domesticate myself this spring by cooking dinner every night before she comes home from work, and I said I'd do that (and buy the food since she's more broke than I), IF she took care of the dishes. Not just the dishes every night after dinner, but the mountain range of dishes in the kitchen now. Piles of dishes fill two sinks, the stove, and two countertops, all more than a foot high. 90% of it her mess, and I'm willing to wash the 10% that's mine after she uncovers it. But for three days she hasn't done the dishes, and now both she and I are out of food that can be prepared without them, and we don't have money to buy more. I thought going through what she did while I was in Florida would make her more responsible and better able to plan, but I guess not.
I'm running a Matrix game tomorrow, and spending most of today planning it. I'll be online some. Trillian isn't working so I'm trying to download a new version so that I can keep chatting.