Today, I am a year older. Today, I enjoyed meatloaf and cheese-cake with some oatmeal peanut-butter no-bake cookies. Today, I watched a few eposides from the first season of Fraggle Rock I haven’t seen since I was five. Today, I pay no heed to the voices in my head begging me to fear the passage of time. Today, my age is equivalent to 28 cyclical revolutions of The Earth around The Sun.

No updates from me lately, that’s for sure! Why? Well, I’ve been busy trying to look for a place to live up North. Getting a new job was great, but now I have to sell my poor domicile… unfortunately there seems to be little interest in a weird looking raised ranch in late summer/early fall. And I really can’t even look for a place effectively until I know when I can move in! Aragh!

So far, I’ve been basically silent about the chaos going on in New Orleans. This however, sickens me.

Seriously, what the fuck? What kind of worthless piece of human filth murders and rapes refugees? I fully support the response to this madness. Shoot at helicopters and boats delivering supplies and searching for survivors? Shoot at hospitals? I hope they find every single waste of oxygen perpetrating this heinous bullshit, and kills them with extreme prejudice.

Today, My Real Estate agent came by and we discussed putting my house on the market on Monday. It was only on sale for a week before I bought it, so hopefully I’ll have the same luck selling it. To help facilitate this process, I spent three hours ripping up a strip of grass that’s up on a weird slant between my driveway and my neighbor so I can replace it with mulch and a few shrubs. I only finished about three quarters of the process before it got too dark, and I had to stop for the night. It’s not even two hours later, and my arms are so sore, I can barely lift them… I can’t imagine digging up the rest of the grass and laying down the mulch tomorrow. Ouch. Then there’s the issue of disposing of the old grass clumps. ::sigh::

After two weeks of anxious waiting, the kind folks Leapfrog Online have offered me a position as a DBA. They’ll be sending the paperwork via FedEx, and every bit of this seems ultimately surreal.

Now all I have to do is sell my house, get a new place to live, transfer my insurance, and party until my head falls off! Woo freaking hoo!