In the eternal conflict of the United States against the Tyrannical Heirarchy of Evil Masterminds, it really is U.S. vs. T.H.E.M….
Today was my first day back to work after two weeks of allowing my muscles to atrophy. Thankfully, the work getting my apartment ready for the new floors kept me relatively in shape–though the shape was round–and kept me from atrophying completely.
I have almost everything the way I want it, except for the damn bathroom sink, which is too complex to install myself. Oh, I suppose I could try to man up and grab my wrench and just git’er’done, but honestly, I think I’d rather wait for someone competent to install the piping rather than risking showering my neighbors downstairs with water damage.
I could have Shishou install it, but his rates are anything but fair, and lacking opposable thumbs, he would have to contract the job out to a plumber anyway. Cthulu could probably do it, but I don’t trust her with my tools. Especially after the fiasco with the radioactive hairball bomb she dropped on my computer room floor the other day.
The one thing I kind of miss having had rugs is the sound-dampening quality of the carpet. Now, the echoes of my footfalls reverberate throughout my apartment, making me feel as though I am not walking softly upon the earth, but instead tromping along my floors like a territorial elephant.
Unless elephants don’t get territorial. I figure they would, since they travel in herds and take up a lot of space.
Well, that’s it for today. I have to go back to my mother’s place and clean up the mess my cats made over the two weeks I was there.
Anybody have a lead-lined canister capable of holding 11 tons of spent nuclear fuel? No? Maybe I can use tin…