When the owner and representative came and did that walk-through of the apartment a few weeks ago, one thing he mentioned quite by random was that he thought the kitchen sink was old, and wanted to replace it. No complaints from me, as the thing really was very old. So, an appointment was made for someone to come by "between noon and 3" to install my new kitchen sink, yesterday. First off, the guy shows up at 10:30, but OK, I can deal with that. He makes a few measurements, etc., writes some notes, and buggers off. Shows back up at noon with the new sink, etc., and goes to work. Four and a half damn hours later, my sink is swapped out. Apparently, things did not go smoothly, but it's there now, and working fine and not a relic of the 60's.

Meanwhile, I spent the entire day with a raging headache of epic proportions that nothing seemed to cure. Well, OK, truth, nothing that I did, which foolishly did not include a lot. I fear I may have a bit more of a self-destructive streak in me than I ever seriously considered. Anyway, it finally went away about 10:30pm...how nice of it to let up just a little before bed, huh? Gave me just enough time to watch Smokin' Aces (which was, surprisingly, a fun flick, though it reminded me a little too much of a Guy Ritchie flick). Speaking of flicks, a late Xmas present from Dianna finally showed up, and I can now add Fritz the Cat to my Ralph Bakshi collection.

In leisure activity news, a CoH character which I made to replace an previous one is finally just where he needs to be to replace his predecessor. Also, my turn has come up on the Sketchbook Conspiracy, and, as usual, I have NO CLUE what to do....wait, I take that back, I may have just found my out! Oh, sweet obnoxious creativity, I love you when you aren't being a vicious whore.