And I managed to cook without burning anything, or poisoning anyone. Although I did drop tuna on the ground. Twice. I suspect Steve's cats are well-trained in the ways of the force. Either that or I'm just unbelievably clumsy.
The tickets for East Rutherford have arrived at Nat's. Yoj. About bloody time, too. Now I can start waiting for the Antwerp ones, so I can sell off the two of those I'm not using. Yeah.
The bratling has a journal now. I will be getting his site online as soon as I can. Like, in the course of next week. I hope. Meanwhile, go add him to your friends list and amuse yourselves!
And in older news, I may have found a cool appartment. Dead close to Central Station, right across the library, and close to all the cool places to go out. Will be calling tomorrow to ask if it's big enough for me, has own kitchen and bathroom, maybe seperate bedroom, and is still available. Please cross all available appendages.
That is all.