Felt one crawl across mah soul.

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Still here. It's far too early to be up on a Sunday after going to bed at 3:30am.

Wednesday, arkady and I went to the Dev where ravenstoker had lured the vampire fans. Velvet drop cloths on the tables, people nicely overdressed. And they rented lots of beer. Arkady said it was like the Dev when she started going there. And boy did she do the hard sell on the dolls. Every penny spent that night should count as a deduction.

Thursday I had an interview (software field engineer consultant ... can't even hit anything with a hammer) with the most nervous interviewer ever. It seemed to go well.

The rest of the week has been quiet domestication with redcountess. Pretty nice.

Yesterday I tackled the mould monster in the bathroom. There's a plastic panel in front of the bathtub. I took it off. The concrete underneath was furry. (And the Internet has taught us what a bad thing furries are.) Ew. During the crap renovations, the owner had attempted to seal the panel in place with dodgy rubber cement, which had of course almost entirely shrivelled away. But had it been sealed in place, it would have been perfect: a place for water to pool, no way for it to evaporate, and not actually blocking the mould stench. Worse than useless. How wonderfully rental! Today I must attack it with bleach.

I've also been trying to catch up with some severely backed up nerdy Judge Dredd work. Tedious, depressing and icky. But I do think a suitable result is achievable on this one. Possibly I've read too much Groklaw.

I think my early morning crack is running out and I might go back to bed. Now that Liz is awake, of course. What a good idea.