IT WOULD BE INCREDIBLY AWESOME IF I COULD HAVE AN APARTMENT ON THE 20TH. That means I could live on my own and chill out for six days before my Houston trek, and for eleven days before Halloween! HOORAY. HOORAY FOR LIFE.
I'm hoping like crazy that nothing stupid comes up to screw it up. I'm sure posting about it will probably be enough to do that, but send me good mojo thoughts, guys, because I want a friggen' place.
In other news, I think a hole in my ear that I haven't had earrings in for, like, seven years? Is infected. GROSS?
