The sitch...

It's like this -

I'm on my third night at my mother's house, but I'm finally getting results with the assholes at my apartment building. After storming into the office this afternoon, they'll have the problem fixed tomorrow morning and they're docking my rent (I'm not sure by how much yet, but I will be reminding them of this verbal promise until I get an exact figure).

Tomorrow night, however, I will not be sleeping at Mom's. I won't even be sleeping in Phoenix. I'm heading to San Diego tomorrow night directly after work for fun fun fun with airawyn, including all the JJ Abrams shows not involving Keri Russell you can squeeze into a weekend and probably some amount of running amuck and wreaking havoc. Cardboard tubes optional, monkeys with jetpacks are mandatory.

My Nano is behind by about 2500 words, but I have confidence. Sort of. See: San Diego trip. I'm easily distracted from literary pursuits by... Look - a pterodactyl!

I've been watching my new DVD boxset of "The Prisoner," though, and it is joy...