I have been cleaning like a woman posessed all week. Seriously, I'm almost freaking myself out a little. Sunday, I not only scrubbed the kitchen floor, but I cleaned all under the stove burners too. I haven't done that in all the time I've lived here. Yesterday, I was moving furniture and cleaning under stuff. Scary.

The funny part is, the living room doesn't really look clean at all. For so long, I've been straightening the middle of the room by shoving everything into the corners. Yesterday, I did the opposite. So, there are no longer dust bunnies larger than the cat under the computer, but I haven't vacuummed yet. Maybe I'll try that today, once Rijid wakes up.

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Remember last week, when I said there were two shelves in the living room half full of crap? It wasn't until Rijid got home that we figured out that the reason there was so much empty space was that someone had taken the PSII and all the games.

OK, yeah, technically, it's D's PSII. We know this, and we knew it would leave us someday. But dammit! My Red Dwarf DVD's should come this week, and if I don't have the technology to watch them RIGHT AWAY, I will cry. I can watch them on the computer of course, but Formal is this weekend, and I was kind of thinking the RD marathon would be pretty inevitable.

A few people offered me semipermanent loans on their DVD players months ago, but I think I'm going to figure out if I have enough money to just get one on my own. I don't know if I could take this sort of shock again in a few months.

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Matt brought my books over on Sunday, but I wasn't home. As expected, he had a lot of things I'd completely forgotten about, (Bible Stories for Adults! The World of Jeeves! The Doomsday Book, yo!) but he didn't have Illuminatus. That's annoying. I wonder what I did with it.

It's particularly annoying, because I don't think I want to spend the money to replace it. It's not a well-written book. It's dated, with flat characters and no plot. But, I've structured so much of my life around its premise. It's sort of like my bible. OK, no. But I do have an unhealthy fascination with the number 23.

I probably will never read it again, but I need it so I can force other people to read it. Again, much like the Bible. Everyone needs to know about the fnords.

It occurs to me, my favorite part of Illuminatus is how I can't really even talk about it without sounding like a raving looney. Go back and read those last few paragraphs again. I promise you, if you've read The Book, it all makes sense.

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