yucks

Today I learned that the roofers will probably come to fix our leak by Friday and that roof leaks don't make mold like plumbing leaks. We looked in one wall with a friend's flea-market endoscopy tools, and we didn't actually find any mold, even though we still detected some using our mold-injured EI ESP, which indicates that it's very, very small-scale mold. We can handle that.

In other news, along with everyone else in the country, I learned that the signal for wanting to have sex in a public bathroom is tapping your foot, playing footsie, and running your fingers along the underside of the stall partition. Maybe it's a chick thing, but you could not pay me to touch a stall partition.

Ok, you could pay me. Anybody got any money?