Smells like Chicken, or, My crappy happy day

Nine o'clock and all's well...and it smells like chicken!

Yeah, it does, it really does. Wish I knew where it was coming from. Damn KFCs going to be closed by the time I get home tonight, too, and I'm not in the mood to cook anything. *Grumble, Grumble*

I'm not in the mood because I'm dead tired. I feel like I did battle with orcs today, and sadly, it was naught but the apartment. I have come to the conclusion that I have too many books...for the space I live in. Thus, the serious search for an actual house has begun.

That, and the fact that I was taking a lovely nap, and was awakened by the telephone. A telemarketer? Nay. My wake-up call? Nay again. Twas the building manager, for it seems that it is raining on the tenents below us. Joy of great joys. My tub needs recauking.

So, it was move the clutter around so that he could go look at my plumbing.

The plumbing in my apartment. Don't look away, I know what you were thinking.

And, I still had to get to work. I close this puppy down at 9:30. Twelve minutes and counting.

But in other news, in my clutter-cleaning adventure, I found two unmarked disks. Behold, I checked them to find they contain parts 1-4 of Reverie and the entirety of Peredhil, both of which I believed I had lost. Yay!

Time to go home now. Milk cow, eat cheese. Sorry, had to get that out of my system. Better now.

Until next time, I remain,

Zhie
Protector of the Snarf-Ka-Bobs and small burrowing animals