What's this, you ask? Not Felipe, our palm. No, not the pile of junk formerly known as my filing system. It's the passenger seat of my beloved Tohru, also known as Car-24, sitting in my living room. Normally, this would upset me, but not today because Jamie got me heated seats for Christmas!

I know, you're thinking "Christmas? It's October, idjit," but Jamie figured I would be upset if he had sat on this idea and not installed them before it got cold. He knows me so well. I'm really excited, considering the lack of heated seats to be the one major flaw in my car's design.

However, this could yet end in disaster. The upholstery still has to come off, then the pads go in, then everything goes back on and nobody's the wiser. I've been slightly disturbed by all the cutting, and the flying pieces of metal, but I'm sure Jamie knows what's up. I'll just have to take Bjorn to see my brother this weekend.