of mice and men

i affirmed my masculinity tonight by installing a doorknob and by re-arranging my toolbox... well, perhaps re-arranging the toolbox was just affirming my homosexuality, but whatever. my landlord agreed to give me a beat-up old wingback chair if i would replace a missing doorknob on one of the closets. i agreed, thinking that i could reupholster the chair myself. after two nights of pulling out staples in the bottom of that damned chair, i decided it wasn't worth it. but the chair was so badly mangled that there was no way i could give it back to my landlord. so i just took the chair to the dump (actually, i clandestinely left it in the dumpster behind my office) and resigned myself to buying a doorknob.

the toolbox is actually pretty cool... it was a gift from randy and lauren for helping them move several weeks ago. actually, randy was going to throw it away and i asked if i could have it. it is an ancient sears craftsman model, all metal and a little rusty but it will last forever. it belonged to randy's grandfather. if i had my grandfather's toolbox, i don't think i would give it away.

in other news, i discovered little mouse droppings in my apartment today -- which means there is a little mouse running around somewhere. i used to think little mice were cute, until i discovered the copious amounts of shit they produce. seriously... i had a mouse in my last apartment -- just a cute little mouse, not a big rat or anything -- and before i could set a trap for it, that sorry little rodent had pooped all over the place.