Awwww yeah. The unpacking is almost entirely done, all I need to do is put the pictures up on the wall. And in a couple of weeks, furniture. Then all will be complete. Casa de Keith will be in full effect. Quite frankly, I hate moving, and I'm so glad it's over because I was eating everything in sight due to the stress. So, I'm watching Blind Date. And quite frankly, I have no idea, given the men who are on this show, just why I was single for so long. Either that, or they do their casting at mental hospitals. And in another random media note, given the short attention span of America and how quickly they've been churning out franchise sequels/installments recently, I'm surprised it took them so many years to come out with Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. How many unwillling men are going to be dragged to that movie by their attachments? And in yet another random note, why is people sucking on helium and talking so damn funny?