1. Oakley at Joanne's framing department did not steer me wrong. His choice was pure genius. If you want to see what I mean, uh, drop by I guess.
2. I met the agent for the neglected hulk next door. The owner has finally decided to pass on this poor sad rotted excuse for a house and the results of his years of cruel neglect to someone else. For $250,000. That ass. I guess I won't be running my social work practice out of there once I fix it up. (Nevermind not having a degree or a license.)
3. Still have cake in the house. May die of cake poisoning. Not complaining.
4. The L-word: I'm 4 episodes in and not so impressed. Is Shane seriously supposed to be the most butch lesbian on this show? Ever?