Awwww...thanks amych!

My feet hurt, but other than that I'm good. I had SUCH troupers helping me. I don't know what I would have done without them. 'Specially since the landlords were kind of watching over us the whole time. That was weird, but whatever.

My cab driver was kind of cute. We were driving down my new street, and he said, "What is this place called again?" I said, "Roslindale." He said, "Seems nice. Quiet. Not like that crazy corner you used to live on."

Woo Hoo!!! I am so glad you are out of there, vw. I love you're new apartment, and I hope you're very happy there.

You guys get home ok?

It was so great to see you, and I SO appreciated your help.

We got home just fine, and Teacup Guy is already fast asleep. I am glad we could be of some help. Thanks again for lunch!

Snuggles to the evil-landlord-survival brigade.

Hi, and glad you are doing better, Toddson.

Fay, I just sent you a whole bunch of files. Hope you like them.

(Was walking to school this morning all but dancing to The Devil Came Down To Georgia, and thought to self, self, you need more country music.)

Self might want to ask smonster and juliana for any further country they may happen to have stashed, if self likes what Lee has sent her. Corb is Teh Bomb-Diggety, though. He is, in fact, rumballs.

Self can also ask Plei.

I got to talk to Emily. And now I need to chill out and get to bed. Big meeting with the lawyer tomorrow.

I've got ideas for two pieces of writing bouncing around in my head. But, I think I'm too tired to get them down on paper. But, I'm afraid they're gonna be gone in the morning.

Can confirm the rumballness of Corb.

Why can't I relax? I feel strung so fricking tight. I took a bath with a lavendar bath bomb and basically tapped my foot through the whole thing.