*grimace*

I feel totally out of whack. I need to have a normal living space. Whining about this here won't do anyone any good, though. I'll find the time to help speed things along, by labor, lobbying, and inquiry, where I can -- my parents are the first priority for now. The problem is that having a fucked-up living space throws other, more time-sensitive things out of order, which takes time away from apartment issues, and the situation persists.

Weekend with the parents was quite good. Got Dad a digital camera and JAWS on DVD. sadira spent all weekend down there, too. She's a good sport. The folks are starting to be a little less careful about the quips they let slip around her, which makes me uneasy sometimes. Father's Day jokes just aren't cool, you guys. You're going to spook her. Shit, you're spooking me.

Fluffy's huge. I'm worried about the fish that are still in the basement of the old place -- they're not getting enough attention. As soon as the basement here clears up (Thursday, that should be), I can make room for them here.