I've just written my progress reports -- except for Ben, whose teacher won't allow him to come. What am I supposed to write? "We missed Ben when we were taping the movie, and we miss him when we're editing, and we also miss him when we are making mail art, and then we miss him..." Lucia claims my phone isn't working. My water has been a dribble for a week, but the Man has been working on it today. The pressure has been up and down -- well, up is about 50%. I think the stream from the showerhead will never get married -- it doesn't seem to get erect enough. My lowest was T'giving, when twisting the tap yielded nothing at all. My landlord was in Hong Kong until Saturday. My blog hasn't worked right for the past two days -- could it be the sheer weight in bloggatons of those on-holiday bloggers all adding their deathless posts at the same time? Or it might be my ISP, which did a weird thing a few days ago, and so is suspected of major crimes now. Doesn't matter -- eh.