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I am so pleased with my apartment. The whole place is cleaned up, floors mopped, DVDs alphabetized, books tidied, art prints hung up, bed made, electronics dusted, pillows fluffed, boxes recycled. Christmas cookie candle burning. The whole place smells like cookies baking and shrimp bisque simmering on the stove.

I got a Dell 20″ widescreen monitor to replace my TV set that died. I don't mean to brag overly much, but this is the sexiest, most bitchin' piece of hardware I've ever bought to grace my sitting room. DVDs look so beautiful on it. I've been using my Mac as a TiVo, so even live TV looks good on it. OK. It looks freaking spectacular.

There is just something terribly satisfying about having your house clean and tidy and smelling good and watching the snow drift down outside while candles burn inside. It feels really homey here, and cozy.

I bought some gingerbread chai tea to make a latte with. Mmmmm. And I bought Coffeemate creamer in two flavors for in the morning: Creme Brulee, and Egg Nog.

I'm content. Haven't felt this good in a long time. Wish Keith had come over, but maybe tomorrow. Gonna put up my little tree.

Wish I'd quit having dreams about the mice being free-range pets and snakes being in the neighborhood and coworkers coming back to work with robotic prosthetic hands a la Luke Skywalker. What the hell is wrong with my subconscious?