Le maudit Mo D.

Andrea Blom

In an unfortunate copycat incident, Bob's work was evacuated after a bomb scare today. Bob hadn't bothered to go into work when it was reported, so he got the whole day off. Due to this unforseen holiday, we sojourned north to IKEA, where I purchased new bedding for my guest bed. I selected a rather loud hot pink and green duvet cover with the pronounceable name Andrea Blom (not unlike my loud hot pink real-life Geegster pal Andrea Y.). It covers my new Mysa Is cheap-screw down comforter. I've been through three upper-eschelon down comforters in my life, so I am excited to see how the $39 version works out. The tag, which has since been excised by Bob's handy pocketknife, stated that it was assembled in the People's Republic of China. It also came in a plastic tube and had to be shaken profusely (like a poloroid picture) in order to visualize a rebirth of downy loft. Downy loft=comfort!!

After last weekend's oriental rug fracas, I was hyped to acquire the colorful squares rug at IKEA, but after visiting it in person, I concede that it is not the right rug for our home. So the oriental is going back down. We decided to chonk the old southwest-flavors couch in favor of BEDDINGE, a futon couch that will expand our guest sleeping possibilities while providing a comfy place to park one's ass.

In other chonking news, I started an entirely different novel today, about a profoundly gifted teenager (who is of course isolated and uses crazy-$50 words, something I excel at on my own) whose single father whisks her away to LA to be with his Internet girlfriend, who just doesn't get Ella and whose own teenage daughter tries to manipulate Ella into writing her papers and stuff. Meanwhile, Ella is secretly carrying on a relationship of questionable integrity with a college student she met at nerd camp the summer before. It's a YA novel. I don't know how well it would sell. What young girl wants to read about a robotic nerd girl? I just set the stage today. Crazy shit will ensue.