there are worse things a person could binge on.

Today's sock update, and listen, I know I'm going slightly bananas with the socks, and I'm NOT EVEN SORRY:

Bellatrix's leg has seven repeats of an eight-row pattern, and I've done four of them.  I will totally reach the heel tomorrow night.  Progress is awesome.  Yay socks.

I CAN HAS GUEST ROOM

Ahem.

Assuming I'm right about timelines, and barring some sort of unforeseen disaster, it looks like I will be moving into my very own two-bedroom (!) apartment across the street from sanj and ellen_fremedon some time in the middle of August.

YOU MAY WHOOP NOW. (I sure as hell am.)

AND

I just put down a deposit on a car.

It is Fox Renaissance this week, apparently. Give a girl a raise, and look what happens. :-)

update

Before I can has apartment for certain, I have to go through a process by which they certify that I qualify for this moderate-income rate (without which I could totally not afford the apartment in question).  This is no problem, on the one hand -- my salary is well below the relevant maximum, even after the very nice raise I was informed of earlier this week -- but on the other hand, they also want bank statements for all accounts, checking, savings, even retirement, even if unavailable without penalty.  Aie!  I know this is because they want to disqualify me if my interest income kicks me over the limit, which I don't think it will.  But, but, but -- what if they say Hey, look, you have this savings account, pay the rent out of that?

Assets aren't income.  Right?  Right?  I can't be disqualified on that basis.

Right?

on PBS

You know, Reba McIntyre as Nellie Forbush is actually not at all a bad casting job.