Two months gone and no big news.

I finally got around to learning how to do my own laundry. Believe me, it was a system of baby steps that lasted about two years. But I'm fairly sure I didn't ruin any clothes, and that's nothing but a good thing.

Tana and I have to go back to Dearborn to buy a new bowl for our hookah, the original having been mysteriously broken by someone who we will promptly bitch smack should she ever return.

I bought two new suits for work at a ridiculously good price. It's gonna be hot.