It would appear that a NEW Man with the Iron Wang has hit the scene – one of our neighbours is having rigorous bedroom Olympics, complete with standing ovations and ticker tape parades. I was under the assumption that our downstairs neighbours were the sex culprits, but unless the man is talented beyond all belief this cannot be true (he’s been learning to play the guitar for some time now, and last night during all the screaming I could *also* hear the guitar – so it either wasn’t them, or he was doing her while playing which I suppose is technically possible and would be mighty impressive).

I am sure that if I got out more, I would be less concerned with the sex lives of the people in my neighbourhood.

Of course, it IS Hump Day so maybe I should just keep on as is.

At the party on Saturday night, a drunken gentleman pretty much talked me into getting a Wacom Tablet. It is a universal fact that I have no artistic talent whatsoever, but I still would like a tablet for doodling and writing and drawing devil horns and wangs on photos. Basically, though, it’s a gadget and therefore I totally want it. My lust for electronics is insatiable. I wonder if there’s a 12 step program for this? On second thought, I’m in no hurry to be cured.

Stuff is good.