Remember the hand-held Tetris game I got for my birthday? I can’t stop playing it. I try to put it down for a second, but before I know what’s happened, I’m playing it again! I get massive headaches from staring at the screen, yet I play through the pain. As if it’s an important thing I’m doing. I must say I kick ass at Tetris though.

Despite this obsession I did manage to build most of the toy-chest sized barn over the weekend (with help of course). It’s actually really cool. Plans to finish it and paint it tonight. On the puzzle front–kill me. That’s the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done. Possibility that it will be finished by Christmas: absolutely none. I’ve managed to keep the fuckhead cats from nesting in it though. I think they’re officially scared of me now. All I have to do is walk near them and they take off. And if they don’t get out of my way, I simply point at them and they know that if they don’t move, their neck will be snapped shortly. I can always tell Mary they fell off the banister. She’ll never know.