After one serious beat-down of a week (well, Monday through Wednesday were pretty good, and Thursday started out great, but once I got to school things took a serious nosedive thanks to my having to take notes for Game Theory not from Prof. Codenotti, who speaks slowly and ponderously in a thick but clear Italian accent and explains everything really well, but from the Perpetual Grad Student, who admittedly knows everything there is to know about linear complementarisation problems but talks about them way too fast with no overview of what the hell we're supposed to be understanding here), on Friday afternoon I told CryptoGeekBoi, "I want to cook tonight. Come to my house and I will make General Tso's Chicken." Thus began a solid 24 hours of some of the most productive catwaxing I've engaged in to date, including:

• Making enough General Tso's to feed a small army
• Afterward, cleaning up the kitchen so well it was cleaner than when I started cooking
• Rearranging the furniture in the living room so that the couch is in front of the TV, instead of on an angle to it
• Putting up the mounting brackets for the side speakers and getting them wired up

  (well, and then we watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, because you have to test out the speakers, right?)

• The dishes. All of them.
• Cleaning and disinfecting the patio table, which has been underneath about a foot and a half of snow for the last few months
• Sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor
• Vacuuming the living room
• Laundry, most of it
• Hemming, finishing, and hanging the black-and-white chiffon canopy for my canopy bed
• Rehanging the posters that we took down off the stairs, since with the rearrangement of furniture in the living room we now have more vertical wallspace in useful places
• Fixing the broken garage door opener

I am not supposed to be this domestic. Stop me before I kill again.

Apparently it's just me, though. While I puttered around this afternoon, CryptoGeekBoi plunked himself down in front of minasmorgul and in two hours wrote up a webserver in Java for his joke of a networking class. Why is it so damn difficult for me to be productive in my own home?

Must get the fuck out of the house and finish this stuff for the SG-1 Unexplored Worlds book before I decide it'd be a good idea to make curtains or bathe the cats or something.