Spent all morning with the fam at Pier 6. The new playground is beyond awesome, but not 100% finished, and in DESPERATE need of shade and bathrooms. (There were port-a-potties. They were gross.) Am now melted from sun.

The woman is the Devil, people. Not the Antichrist, that's Ke$ha, but damn close. RESIST THE PERRY!!

The only good thing, afaic, about Katie Perry is that she caused the Cobras to record I Kissed A Boy and its hysetrical.

Which in turn gave us this fan vid which is magnificient [link]

When organizing, I make the Goodwill, trash and keep piles from the start, so things go right into the appropriate pile. Then I can at least get rid of the trash and Goodwill piles right away, which leaves only Keep, But What The Hell Do I Do With It pile.

One of the many reasons the clutter piles up is that, for example, I pull out a couple of towels in a hurry for some emergency, unfolding all the other towels in the process. Instead of fixing the towels, I either just shove more towels on top of them, or let the towels pile up elsewhere because I'm going to refold all those towels in some decade or another.

I really slept in. This has been my third tech weekend in as many weeks, so I was probably due some extra sleep.

I need to do a little shopping, some laundry and get going on a light plot. I'd rather sit here and watch the last two episodes of Fringe that I haven't seen yet.

RSI has been crazy painful so I've been sleeping more. Which means I get less done. I'm going to try to move more moving boxes today so that at least my bedroom is clear of them. Which might make me more productive.

I just checked all the smoke alarms after I replaced one... which I've been meaning to get around to since the last equinox. I may have been procrastinating a little on the spring cleaning, I fear.

I'm kind of OK with Katy Perry's "Vegas" song, but that may be because it was getting a ton of radio airplay at the same time as Taylor Swift's "Love Story," which I hate with a fiery passion, and so "Vegas" seemed OK in comparison. I mean, it has a few lines that get pretty close to humor, which was nice after "You were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter" and a 16-year-old earnestly starting a song with, "We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts..." along with solving all of Romeo and Juliet's problems with "I talked to your dad," which Taylor Swift does in "Love Story."

Armoire is about halfway assembled. These instructions are ridiculous. The first thing they have you do is attach little connector thingies to just about every piece in the box, and then you don't use any of those pieces for a while, so, rather than assembling one section at a time, or assembling the frame and then the inside, or something else logical like that, you need to keep shuffling through about 20 pieces. This would make perfect sense if it were being made on an assembly line, but makes no sense at all when it's being made by one person.

Is it an IKEA piece, Hil? I've usually found not much wrong with their instructions, aside from the need for a third arm to hold things together....

In theory I try to pull out no more than I can put away in an hour. In practice I can't estimate times for shit.