I’m sure some of you would like to ask me if there’s nothing about my awesome appartment that I don’t like. And frankly, I think you’re invading my privacy a little now. But I’ll answer anyway. Yes, I am not too crazy about the bathroom. It’s very small. When I sit on the terrlet I can reach out and touch the wall in front of me. I wouldn’t mind it being a bit bigger. I can live with it, though. What I really don’t like is the water faucet. In my old house there was a knob for cold water and one for warm. So you could always get the temperature of the water just right. Adjust it to perfection. In my appartment there is only one knob. I’m sure you know what that means. It means that when you’re in the shower you can never get the temperature right. First it’s a little cold, then you turn the knob to get it hotter and it gets too hot. And if you finally do get the temperature just right then there’s either too much or too little power in the stream. Because the knob that controls the temperature also controls the force of the water. And as you carefull try to adjust the power of the stream you accidentally mess up the temperature again so you can start right over. It’s friggin rocket science. And it’s further complicated by the fact that there is no real holder for the shower head. There’s one spot where you can attach the shower head, but it’s at an impossible angle. Not good for regular shower and completely horrible for my favourite sit-down showers. It’s always a real struggle to somehow get the shower head positioned in a useful spot and then getting the temperature right.

Not that I’m complaining or anything.

Much more comfortable is my comfy chair.

I accidentally discovered that Wayne’s World was on the telly, so I just had to slide down in the chair and mummify myself under the blanket and watch that. Cause it rocks. Party time, excellent.

Did you know that Steve Zahn has goats? http://youtube.com/watch?v=x8kMpVYoc1c. He is cool. And now even cooler. Although I’m not sure I like the idea of scaring the goats just to get them to faint. It seems a little mean. On the other hand, they are apparently called “fainting goats”. So if they didn’t faint maybe they would get an identity crisis of some sort. It would be kinda like if you refused mocking birds to mock or spiderpigs to do whatever a spiderpig does. Kinda like that episode of Fraggle Rock where the Fraggles stop eating the Doozer sticks. It seemed like the right thing to do, not to eat the Doozer buildings. But it wasn’t. You see what I’m getting at? That’s right. I miss the Fraggles.

In September 2005, it was announced that The Jim Henson Company had begun work on Fraggle Rock: The Movie, with the aim of a release in 2009

Woah. I think I’m going to faint.

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