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Sam's Law of Political Discourse: when you are speaking to me of politics, I am not required to take you seriously if the lowercase to capslock ratio of your comment is one to one-or-higher.

Also, if the best thing you can come up with to discredit our president is a rumour that he can't find his birth certificate then I'm pretty sure we should keep him as president anyway.

*deletes unbalanced political spammer*

R is out of state today, visiting his family, but I texted him and asked if I could use his laundry machine (it's a bit of a haul to get my laundry over there but it's cheap and fewer stairs). I told him in return I'd do his dishes. I did some when I was there teaching him how to make meatloaf last week, and he hasn't done any dishes since, which means his sink is some kind of biohazard right now.

He needs a keeper. I'm just not willing to pay $200/mo more rent for the pleasure.

I do feel bad for him because he's obviously not used to living alone, and the first few months are always really hard. He wants me to move back in when my lease is up and I'd like to, really I would, but I don't like the instability and the hike in rent and his mother.

Last night he stalled me from going home for a good fifty minutes, then told me I was welcome to crash on the (sheetless, bare-mattress) bed in what used to be my room. I told him the Roomba would worry if I was gone for the night.

So now I am making bread and calculating the weight of my laundry bag and wondering if R will be annoyed if I end up not waiting for his reply before going over there. I have a spare key, after all...

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The eternal struggle: I am buying a bread knife from Amazon. I require $15.01 in purchases to get free supersaver shipping. What do I need?

CURSE YOU, AMAZON SUPER SAVER SHIPPING. Every time, I am pulled into your tangled coils of desire!

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Houston, The Starbuck has landed!

I'm at R's place, and R is not. (Though he was, when I got here, and was very confused when I shouted hello. Normally I ring before entering.) My first load of laundry is almost done and the first load of dishes is running through the dishwasher. For serious, that was less work than I thought but far more disgusting. By my reckoning he hasn't washed the dishes in three weeks -- I did a load when I was here last week but that barely made a dent, and it was still in the dishwasher when I opened it this morning. The dishes were level with the top of both sinks and I'm pretty sure the food on the dishes near the bottom had begun to compost. I washed the less challenging stuff and left the stubborn ones to soak.

R's response to my offer of dishes-for-clothes: "HELL YES."

And now I get all afternoon with his cable television and a firelog in the fireplace. I am a genius. I'm going to propose this as an every-Sunday deal.

On the downside, I won't get any cooking done, but I'm still eating on the enchiladas and mac&cheese from last week.

Also, I solved the Amazon Question. I bought a $16 cast-iron frying pan. Which fixes both my jones for cast-iron and my need for a frying pan...

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I'm not all that into football, I'll be the first to admit, but I am watching the game and...I just don't think I've ever seen a team lose the Super Bowl in the first fifteen seconds before.

I'm almost impressed.

Go Cardinals?

(NB: Yes, I know there are still many hours of football to go. I'm just saying. Pittsburgh got to that goal pretty fuckin' quick.)