I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping tonight as we’ve lost one of the fuzzy little things that live with us. Drumstick was a really good rat and I wish we could’ve done more for him. We aren’t sure what he had, but he was loosing weight and had increasing difficulty breathing.

…instead here is a picture of Drumstick’s nose to celebrate my birthday.

There is a place, as state, like denial or confusion, beyond the perilous hills of tribulations and trials. This place is calm, the flat plain of apathy.

The GF and I went and picked our keys from the apartment people. Then, naturally, we went over to said apartment to evaluate it. Guess what, there were freaking workers there, redoing the flooring. We convinced said workers to call us when they were done so we could get some moving done tonight and they did, but there’s a couple of things that still need doing tomorrow. Joy of joys. I can’t even really be pissed anymore cause it’s gone. All my anger has been spent on previous fuck ups. I have nothing left to give.

This doesn’t really put a hitch in our plans. Maybe the movers will have a couple more boxes to take care of instead of us doing it. But come hell or high water the GF and I will be sleeping soundly in a new place tomorrow night.

On the list of shit that went better then expected. We still have electricity here and there, so TXU has it going on, though I’m sure they’re still charging me for it.

More to report later, I’m sure.