So we have a real living room now, after finding a couch on the street a block or so away and laboriously bringing it into our apartment. It's not an especially clean couch (Jenna has none-too-subtly indicated that she thinks it's really, really dirty) but that's one of those things I like to call "Tomorrow's Project."

It will get done eventually. In the meantime, it's going to be weird watching PR on Wednesday without fold-out chairs.

Big news: I'm also off the wagon now, having watched the last Law and Order I was interested in seeing. The episode, "Couples," got cut off when I tried to record it a few months ago. Anyone who remembers my daily routine this summer knows this is a big deal.

No more crappy procedural dramas for me, unless Homicide gets a little worse than it already has. And it could. The last episode was already "Blackbird singing in the dead of night" bad. If I want to watch a play, I'll watch one.

[Update: Homicide did get worse, much worse. I had one of those moments when you're watching a show you used to like and other people are in the room, and suddenly you're embarassed by the show. I've removed it from my TiVo schedule, casting it back into the void.]

But why are you reading this? You should be practicing your recipes for Friday. That's right, practicing. Because otherwise, you are going down. We've already purchased the fabulous prizes.