I swear if I find one more freaking hole in need of filling in I'm going to scream and throw things.

Everything is pretty much sanded down and ready for priming. I plan to start slapping primer on the wall tomorrow night. I have only the vaguest of notions of what the hell I'm doing, but I figure I've got enough wall to play with to figure things out.

In other news, the dishwasher has about an inch of water in the bottom of it. I called the nice people at the company that's insuring my appliances and we tried a bunch of things that didn't work so they'll be putting in a service call and bringing in a professional of their choice. Mom has graciously offered to do the hanging-around-and-waiting part on my behalf.

I've also made an appointment to hook up with a new dealer physician who can dispense antidepressants for me, since my insurance will no longer cover prescriptions written by pushers service providers outside of their network.

Today I took pleasure in sitting out on the patio with Squeaker the cat.

Today I learned Duran Duran is doing some wacky 3-D interactive environment thing that is eerily similar to the concept I came up with in my NaNoWriMo effort last year.