sing for me in my sleep...

... in which we cross the bridge to cut our hands.

Holly's 21st is tonight. Cyn and Matt were supposed to be coming but probably aren't now... which means I'll know no one but Holly (and sort of Luke, her boy); Cyn's sick and Matt had a big night last night. So... fuck. I hate when this happens. At least at Quang's I had Cyn, and at highlyeccentric's I sort of had goblinpaladin, and I met kayloulee. Maybe I can rope Kelly in... it is pretty late notice but


scratch that. Kelly just called; she'll come with. WOOHOO!

Opposite ends of the spectrum...

... in which there is listage.

We have new additions to our Household Appliance List! A new fridge and a new iron. The fridge is MASSIVE and is one of those combo deals - fridge/freezer in one. It's pretty neat. Sounds as if it's got some pretty heavy machinery behind it's clean lines and smooth surfaces, but that's cool.

The iron, however, while also pretty neat, is also pretty funky. I mean, how many irons do you know that smell like couscous? And how many of them double as sound effect machines? Seriously, today alone I've heard Cat's Purr and Rainforest Insects, and every time you switch it on, you can hear a little steel worker in there banging out his hot rod. It's a little disconcerting. But I love the thing anyway; fuck, it actually works and doesn't burn everything it touches, which is more than I can say for the iron it replaced.

End listage!