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I think there's something wrong with me.

I'm having a fit of wanting to be Yelena. From Transmetropolitan. Those of you who have read it will nod your heads and agree that there definitely must be something wrong with me. Those of you who haven't will have no idea what I'm talking about.

But that's not why I said it.

I'm seriously looking forward to all the DIY shit on my house. And there is a lot of it. Oh, first when we get in there will be unpacking, scrounging around for furniture. And that'll come piecemeal, because we've got the important shit ordered and we've got tables and chairs and we can always go to Habitat or thrift stores, antique stores, for tables and chairs and end tables and things. But after unpacking the first thing will apparently be cleaning the kitchen, scouring it down, floor walls and everything. And then will be painting the kitchen. I'm already having ridiculous amounts of fun looking at paint colors and stains. Painting the kitchen, and sanding the wooden shelves along both short sides of the kitchen because there's a stupid plate-holder bump in the middle, and somehow I don't think they painted under that. Maybe they did, and then painted the plate-holder bump white! I don't know. But right now I'm running on the expectation that there'll be a long streak of wood color in the middle of the shelves once I pry those off, and at that point, sand ALL THE SHELVES! And then restain them. And while I'm doing that might as well resand and restain the cabinets too. And new cabinet knobs if I can find some for relatively inexpensive, because that's about as much as we're going to be able to afford to redo the kitchen for now. Anything more would involve cabinets and a new countertop and that would be freaking expensive.

After the kitchen, after, then we go demolitions on the utility room. I think I've posted pictures before, but there's about a foot or two of painted boards up along the studs of the freaking utility room and then nothing, it's like they kind of half-assedly finished the wall and then ran out of ... something. Energy? Money? If they ran out of money why the hell did they paint the boards? I have no idea. Those come off. And the stupid shelves that make the stairway down to the utility room even more narrow than it already is. The stairs have to be replaced but they have to be replaced exactly as they are now because of the piping, which, eh, okay. Though come to think of it I suppose we could put stairs over the piping... decisions. As long as we didn't cover the pipes entirely, someone working on them would just have to crawl under the stairs. Which they have to do anyway right now. Anyway, the stairs get replaced, those boards and shelves get torn down, the shelves in the wall get torn down, the up-a-ladder loft storage gets torn down because right now it won't hold that much weight, the boy thinks. And all of that gets rebuilt with thicker beams. Insulation along the wall and then it gets boarded up again. And then possibly painted. And that'll probably happen towards January/February and I am looking forward to doing all of it. Why? I have no idea. No, not by myself, obviously not, but with the boy and uncles and aunts and people supervising. And and and. The things I will learn! The fun I will have!

Also clearly I will have to build in cubbies or shelves or something for the cats to hide in. More of them. Because they have been crawling into the bookshelves non-stop since they got emptied. Though, really, there are three cubbies each in the spare rooms upstairs and several shelves in the closets they can jump on/hide in, so maybe that'll do.

Ahem. Mildly irritated by the possibility that I might not have internet to do Haven with this weekend, or at least, not until Saturday. Which is partially a measure of how plugged in I am, but also a measure of how far the blog has come in three months. When we started out we had a few followers, people were interested, and it was fun. And then we picked up some attention from some show writers, an actor or two. And then we picked up some attention from the in-character twitters that we strongly suspect are the Haven showrunners. And then we actually held the attention of the in-character twitters, to the point where they started advertising on fucking Facebook, not as a reply to but as an outright advertisement. And that was two weeks ago, and suddenly now getting the Haven recapalypse out on time is a Thing. A Big Thing. I mean, we're going to put up a note that half of Chandler & Hammett (yes, we went there) is moving house and so the report might be a little late, but it still freaks me out. Well, hopefully they'll get the internet hooked up before then.

And other than that, um. Oh, I bought chandeliers. Which are fucking expensive. And I wanted to keep the goddamn ceiling fan lights. Because those were awesome and had nifty little tinted glass ... whatever you call those things you see in pubs that are often stained-glass. Not quite domes, but something. And everything. But nooo. The plumbers who repiped the house had to yank the damn thing out of its housing and break it, so I have to replace both of the main room chandeliers if I want them to match and fuck them. No further soup for them. But, I bought chandeliers and now I get to argue with the boy over kitchen paint. Kitchens are not for vivid colors! Kitchens are for vivid cooking. Everything else is for vivid colors. Including my damn roman baths. With graffiti. Which I will have. Oh yes.