Oriental prince in the land of SOUP

The wireless internet is finally working in The Tower of Murder*, and I have a staggeringly large and yet weight-losing bowl of udon, tofu and bok choy miso soup. Myfanwy is still in the laundry until she proves that she knows what the litterbox is for. The weather is up to Auckland norms of Freakin' Humid, and I only get 1 TV channel, but life is good.

* Official name for the Grey Lynn flat. Because it's where I hang out. (ref: the cool claymation dude from Flesh Gordon)

Update

Little Miss Pictured-In-Icon has proved litterbox competence, and is thus free to roam the house. She has been very affectionate, which is totally out of character for her and I put it down to worry.

But seriously... perhaps in this great wide world there are pleasures more refined or intense than sitting in a piping-hot bubble bath by candlelight, an ice-cold beer in hand and Type O Negative on the stereo (album with "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" on it). But really, I honestly can't think of them right now. Life is good if you pay attention to what's actually happening.