Oh hay, internet, 'sup?

I am currently writing to you, my lovely f-list, FROM MY BED. This is wildly exciting, given my less-than-awesome past with establishing Internet access immediately post-move. Shockingly, however, the guy from Time Warner showed up precisely in the middle of the 4-hour appointment range and set up my Internet access with a minimum of fuss. Did I mention it's cable Internet, for roughly half what Haley and I paid for DSL? Damn straight.

While stuck in the apartment waiting for the Time Warner guy, I unpacked like an unpacking fiend. Aside from two horribly disorganized office-related boxes, my yarn stash, and my books, all of which are pending an Ikea trip in a couple weeks, I am DONE DONE DONE, and it looks fucking awesome, and you should all come over and see it as soon as possible. Just, you know, not all at the same time, because there's no way you'd all fit.