At least it's set up differently so it doesn't remind me so much of when Heather was here. That was a motivating factor for letting Maverick borrow it anyway... too many memories here.
Anyway, I'm about half lit, been watching the series premiere of "Breaking Bad" on my big-ass television, and finished off my kahlua bottle and most of the vodka bottle.
I spent ALL DAY today playing taxi for a friend whose car got repo'd. I'm trying to help them get their life back together. Mental illness is a helluva thing. When the calculus is whether to choose to engage in a personal hobby or spending time helping someone, how can one make any choice other than the latter?
I look forward to boxing Mav's shit up and throwing crap away.
I also look forward to getting back to work on the Barn Queen... it's going to be my shelter of last resort.