My nerd-cave is being remodelled. So I had to move out of it today. When I move back in, it will still be a nerd-cave, but not the one I've had since I was about eight years old. And in the interim, I'm staying in a room that bears no resemblance to a nerd-cave. The walls are white, the ceiling light is bright, it has a sliding-glass door to the outside letting in lots of sunlight, and it doesn't have a door in the inside doorway just yet. Everything is so very light in here - not enough privacy, either - I miss my dungeon.

Plus, in moving all my furniture and many of its accompanying possessions into this new room, I lost much of the time I needed for my homework. I still need a final couplet for the sonnet for my English class. I'm basing the sonnet on my last journal entry, 'Like With Pie?' So far I've used up my three quatrains and covered the three layers of the pie of me. I don't know that I can turn the purple coat and its accompanying questions into two rhymed lines of iambic pentameter, so I may just ignore the coat and write the couplet about.... what?

In other news (that is actually kind of old, but still merits mention on sheer value of entertainment): my grandmother ('Oma') is nutty. She called - I think? Unless it was while she was here a couple of weeks ago? - for no other reason than to tell us all that the Queen of England catches vampires in a butterfly net at night and releases them in the morning. Note to anyone who may know me personally who may have found this by Googling something about the Queen and bats: Go away. Do not read anything else. Please. My privacy. You are invading it. You are essentially reading my mind. You may stop that now. Forget that I'm here. Read nothing more. Shoo. Scram. Thank you. Note to Oasians: Ignore my paranoia.

And one more thing of entertaining interest: Today my mother executed the easiest art heist in the history of crime. Seriously. Just walked into a gallery, pulled a piece of artwork off the wall, and walked out the front door with it. It would have worked even if we hadn't bought the art in question on a prior date. If only we had known it would be that easy, we might have taken more... Nah.

And that's about all that's been going on with me, today. I don't suppose anyone's got any helpful advice in regard to the sonnet?