How Stuff Works: The Space Shuttle. This makes me feel like a kid again.

The guy who came to my old apartment last night to buy my bed was hot. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt and had tan, smooth, muscled arms (one with a tattoo), a swimmer’s body, and glasses. He was totally straight – his girlfriend was the one who first contacted me – but I get a thrill out of thinking that he’ll be having sex in my bed.

(And yes, I’ve already thought of the joke about asking him if he wanted to test it out first.)

The guy who’s picking up my couch on Saturday is cute. He came by the other night to take a look at it. He’s very tall, also with glasses, and was shy and quiet and friendly. He’s straight, too – it was his girlfriend who first contacted me about the couch.

Everyone else who’s buying my furniture is female, so no thrills there.

Someone emailed me a link to an audiofile (I have not yet warmed to the inaccurate word “podcast”) of Jackie Hoffman telling two funny stories.