Peppery

I nearly crapped myself in Wal-Mart just now.  I headed to the bathroom in the back of the store, with my butt cheeks firmly clinched, only to discover the janitor saying I couldn't use it because it was a disaster in there.  So I tried the "family" restroom (the unisex one designed for changing babies [you take your baby in and trade it for a different baby]), but it was occupied.  I had to do the diarrhea shuffle all the way to the front of the store to the other bathroom.  Fortunately, I believe my underwear to be salvageable.
I'm writing this from my bed which is in my bedroom which is in my house.  Which is my house.  I have a key and everything.  It's awesome.
There's still a bunch of furniture that needs to be hauled upstairs.  Our stairway doubles back on itself, which make it very awkward to move big items.  We have a dressers, a chest, two couches, and a futon that still need to come up those stairs.  I might die.
I'm wearing a shirt that Anna got me for Christmas.  I know.  It's miraculous that I'm wearing clothes.
I think the cats like our new house.  Howie is staring at Chief.  Chief is getting fur all over our clothes.
Now Howie is posing seductively in the doorway.
Daisy is staring at me.
We had an ice storm last night.  Walking on the grass feels like walking on shattered glass (minus the bleeding feet).  Everything is covered in a quarter inch of ice.  It took a considerable feat of strength for me to open my car doors after work this morning.
Anna and her parents already painted a large portion of the house.  I like Anna's color choices.  The bedroom is "bloody murder."  The living room is "curdled milk" on two walls and "scab" on the other two.  We are thinking of doing the kitchen and bathrooms in "moldy cheese."
Church is cancelled in the morning due to the ice storm.  I'm kind of sad.  I enjoy teaching Sunday School.  Getting some sleep will be nice though.
Now Howie is sitting on the bed next to me.
Now Chief is assaulting me.
Anna just called.  She's headed home from work.
We're getting internet connected tomorrow.  I'm excited to have high speed again.
We got a nice sectional for our living room.  It's so comfortable.  I got a couple movies for Anna and me to watch tonight just so we could sit on it.
My right testicle itches.
I have nothing else to say.

Jamming:

Band-- Project 86
Album-- Rival Factions
Genre-- Post-Hardcore/Hard Rock/Metal

TMJ

I haven't been able to properly close my jaw since Wednesday.  My teeth will not come all the way together.  For the first couple days, it was really sore.  Now it's only a little sore, but it still hurts to chew, and I feel like I'm just gnawing on my food.
I just got off of work.  I have to teach Sunday School in an hour.  I'm writing this entry mostly to just stay awake until that time.
We're letting the kids have a black light party today as a celebration of their hard work on the Christmas program.  They're all going to wear white shirts and color on each other with highlighters and fluorescent paints.
Anna and I both got sick right around the winter solstice, and we are both just getting over it.
My lips are chapped.  My lips never get chapped.
Buying a house is stressful.  I could never have imagined having to come up with so many random "letters of explanation" for various and sundry topics such as where I got $100 three months ago and if I scratch my butt with my left or right hand.
Anna's picked out all the paint colors for the house.  I'm painting "my" room purple.  I wanted to do one wall black, one purple, one blue, and one orange, but I was overruled.
Well, I should go put clothes on.  Something tells me people would frown upon me coming to church naked.  It would cause quite the sensation.

Jamming
Artist: Celldweller
Album: Celldweller
Genre: Industrial Metal