My computer speakers are picking up radio signals. I know, three weeks without an entry and here I am typing about radio signals. Anti-climatic, isn't it.

I think I'm starting to with the war with the roaches. On Sunday I picked up some of those sticky Hoy Hoy roach motels and have scattered them around the apartment. Before I moved in Matt used those Combat poison traps, which I don't especially care for since you really don't know how effective it is and you don't know exactly where they're crawling off to die. Personally I like the satisfaction of seeing the number of casualites build up and having them in one handy disposable box.

This Friday I'm dusting off my horns and tagging along with my brother and niece, Sarah, as she goes trick-or-treating. Even though I'm not actually trick-or-treating I think my mother is still somewhat embarrassed that her grown daughter will be walking around house to house with horns on her head.