I put Stewart on a plane for Texas today. He'll be gone for the week. In the wake of his leaving, the wireless is down and I can't find the charger for my laptop (which i suspect is en route with him to Texas.)

So, when we got the internet set up, he added an asinine amount of protection to the wireless (a mac filter and wpa password... That's by wrote, I don't really know what it means aside from I can't fix the internet.)

And I'm huddled in the corner of the second bedroom in the new apartment, siphoning off a network called "two kinky dykes."

Other than that, the move is 95% complete, we went to a sweet hibachi grill (Goten of Japan in Sunderland) on Friday for my friend Liz's birthday, I concussed myself on Saturday with a folding table and augmented my off behavior by drinking heavily at a house warming party. Yesterday, Stewart's mom called to say his dad has taken a turn for the worse, and here we are.

Please fix my webs.