Who needs sleep?

Well, it’s late again. I couldn’t sleep because my lovely wife has hit super-nova heat levels and the bed was too hot for me.

I’ve just entertained myself by looking at United Cutlery’s new offerings and am sad to say that the volume they’re churning out stuff is outpacing my loose cash to buy them up, so my Armory may have to be an incomplete United Cutlery LOTR collection. I’m quite close to having all of the swords, but the helmets are too rich for my blood, especially the new ones. I’ve just sent an email to my guy about what his cost would be on the things that I want to get still, but I probably won’t hear back from him for a few days.

Tomorrow is the delivery of our new living room furniture, minus tables. The tables are held up somewhere (Tasha predicts overseas) and won’t be in for another few weeks. Balls to that, I say, so I had them deliver the sofa and loveseat tomorrow. It will be nice to retire the futon to the depths of Hades from whence it came. Tasha has elected to go into work early tomorrow, so I will likely sleep late and I might go on a quest for a few finishing items for the basement.

I believe the Sandman has now adaquately sacked me, so I think I’ll be off to bed.