I'm enjoying that weird period after I get my restricted license and before I get my interlock: the ability to drive without having to breathalyze. Honestly, the whole process won't bother me: you're not supposed to drink and drive, and the court feels that I have an alcohol problem, so I will gladly oblige whatever mechanism they need to appease themselves that I'm rehabilitating. No, I'm not talking about the breathalyzer; I'm talking about paying off my probation fines. All they really care about is the money. The breathalyzer is just a nuisance I'll have to tolerate.

My brand new TV arrived Friday so I took a bit of Good Friday off setting that up. The Jamie Cullum DVD that looked terrible on my father's TV (which is a better model) looked excellent on mine because I was willing to drop $300 on interconnects. In my hermit-like existence, the photons emitting from this device will have to act as a substitute for actual human interaction; I want it as high-fidelity as possible.

Friday night was spent at a friend's house who had totally remodeled. Vaulted ceilings, tiled everywhere, multimedia room, and the best kitchen I've ever seen period. He's had his house just a little bit longer than I've had mine, so it kind of inspired me further that selling is the wrong thing. There's still a lot of things to do with this house.

Sometime around 2:30am this morning I stopped dicking around with my home theater remote, trying to get everything perfect for my new setup. And now that it's Sunday, I'm expecting guests later this afternoon for a little Easter get-together, and the house is still in disarray. I'm not used to having people over.