Spent the day doing laundry, cleaning the floors [which sounds easy but you should see the entranceway where I keep my bike after it snows for a few days!] and other household chores. My CD storage unit has been like the leaning tower of Piza lately and I was about to give up on it but I thought I'd take another shot at fixing it before giving it the heave-ho. I removed all the cd's and dismanteled the thing, re-assembled it by glueing all the pieces together and then used some metal brackets at the base for extra strength. One of the shelves was missing its pegs that hold it up, so I improvised by using plastic presta valve caps, of all things, but hey, they worked. I reloaded all the cd's and it seems to be holding up pretty well, I might just keep the POS yet. Can't help but look over every few minutes to see if its begun leaning over once again.

In my quest to fix the cd unit, I came upon what apeared to be some kind of firecracker, it said "screech-e-roo" on the side. So I thought "what the heck" and went onto the balcony to light 'er up. Well the fuse burned down and then I thought for a minute it had gone out, but then it emitted this ear-shattering screeeeech as it shot off a bright red flame and a cloud of noxious, blue smoke. Yikes, I guess that's why it was called a "screech-e-roo"!

And tomorrow I do my billing. Not sure if my heart can handle all this excitement.