Life in le grande nerderie continues apace, with a sneak-attack morningtime nap, a kitty who snubs me completely, while stuffing me up, soul food for lunch and my utter shame when I realized I had brought neither a host nor housewarming gift. Which is completely inexcusable.

Thus, I set out to make dinner, for which Kit totally did all the work, and I’ve decided the only option left to me is to clean the skuzzy bathroom(s).

Restitution, my friends: This is how it’s made.

But I digress.

The nerderie, yes.

There are some really fabulous, beautiful and wonderful things in this house, because these two lovebugs DO have good taste, but I feel it’s really only necessary to tell you about the ridiculous shit, because I love you all so much. You’re welcome.

So, upon entering the fabled lair, one is first struck, smack in the face, with Sally’s fondness for Japan. YAY, MULTICULTURALISM! After which, of course, your eyes are grasped, firmly and with no hope for escape, by THE COUCH.

THE COUCH is a seeeeriously ugly piece of furniture that’s sort of in between a couch and a loveseat. Its cover, which is actually a slip cover and thus an improvement upon the original fabric of the couch, is a hideous blue nylon blend with giant faded-rose flowers with paler blue highlights and disembodied greenish leaves. The fabric, of course, is pilly from the machinations of a former cat, one ‘Frank.’

In all fairness, however, it is important to note that the couch, which is a sleeper couch, is the most comfortable piece of furniture that roams this land. Holy. Shit. Ugly as sin, yes, but daaaaamn, gina, I like this couch.

So then we start speeding this post up because the season premiere “NCIS” is about to air and we’ve already discussed how I’m rotting my brain with tv – and liking it.

There are nuuuumerous bookshelves of dvds, videogames and plastic figurines, complete with Minnie Mouse pirate ears, Darth Vader coffee mug and bookends that are replicas of the Argonath from “The Lord of the Rings.”

And that’s just the living room.

I haven’t even mentioned the walls o’ “Battlestar” or the 20+ boxes of filed comic books or huge AT-AT Walker in the bedroom or the bookshelf full of board games or the R2D2 cookie jar or the fact that Kit’s computer screen is the 50” tv.

And you guys? It’s all magical. I swear, there is something that is so fun about the amalgam of crazy up in this haunt that fits so wonderfully with Sally’s incredible! enthusiasm! and Kit’s quiet funness that I am almost embarrassed by my luck and this wealth of party-time fun.

And then I stopped writing this post to have dinner and? Kit brought out tequila.

And then it was time for the “NCIS” premiere and oooooooh I lurrrve that show and WHAT THE FUCK?? I totally screwed up the time and thought it was at 9, rather than 8, and now I am so incredibly disappointed, I may need to force Sally to do more shots with me.

Peer pressure’s a bitch.

Aaand so now we’ve had a third, after our beers, and really, I was totally trying to avoid the whole I-can’t-control-it-stream-of-consciousness thing from last night, which, while it was, indeed, fucking awesome, isn’t exactly what I was going for.

But. The drunkery is only enhancing the nerderie.

Plus now there’s “Mad Men” and I haven’t seen it in years and what the fuck happened to January Jones? And Draper’s all living in the athletic club? Huh?

AND HOLY SHIT BETSY THE CAT IS NOT ONLY NOT RUNNING FROM MY INQUISITIVE GAZE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE BUT INDEED IS ON THE FUCKING COUCH WITH ME.

Whoa.

From Nathan Fillion last night to Christina Hendricks tonight, y’all, I just want me some “Firefly.”

Oh! And I bought these REALLY HOT boots today at a funky consignment shop in Athens, funky khaki suede and tall and oh my god my legs are hotttt. Serious extra Ts for emphasis.

And really, now I’m too far gone to offer you anything other than the scariest shit I’ve seen in years — a huge statue of Uga, the University of Georgia mascot, that resides in front of the Kroger near Sally & Kit’s house:

I’m so sorry.

Goodnight.