My Phone is Filing a Restraining Order

I've several things to mention:

Firstly, that Abney Park's "She" is a delightfully bittersweet and utterly addictive bit of music.

Secondly, that there is no greater hilarity in WoW than staging an excursion and making one's way into the ruins of Dire Maul in character, right down to unlocking the doors... and then getting a faceful of wall and an "additional instances cannot be launched at this time". Can't speak for Ms. Kos' colleague, but I was dying of laughter.

Finally, I've been cleaning for about twelve hours. Some notes regarding the highlights of the evening:


9:30 P.M. - Mothers are greeting dishes in much the same fashion as one does a friend they've not seen in years.

10 P.M. - Had to explain that the loud thumping noises emanating from the basement were a result of my beating clothes against the washer to get the dust off prior to washing. In retrospect, am contemplating doing laundry on a slightly more regular basis.

12:30 A.M. - ShopVac attempted to eat a fingerless glove. Have administered Heimlich and am now chastising it for poor dietary habits.

1 A.M. - ShopVac has made a second attempt at fellating the phone cord. Fairly certain that the phone cord was not particularly happy about this, going by what sounded like a high-pitched shriek of horror.

1:15 A.M. - ...that had better have been a shriek of horror.