Ploogh.

Going to Bumbershoot no matter what. Yep. Have to give Sarah my half of rent for the next month I'm not even there to tide her over until she can get someone else on the lease, but I think I'll still be able to swing it.

Yeah. Had a discussion with Donna about the whole situation. As long as I'm on the lease, I'm legally responsible for half of the rent. Unless Sarah agrees to take me off the lease early and replace me with someone else. And we have an agreement that I'll put $350 toward rent and she'll let me off. Yay. Small price to pay, I say.

Called in to work on Friday 'cause that was the only day I could use Grampa's truck and Terry (step-dad Terry) had to request the day off to get my shit out of the apartment. Got all my shit out of the carport (and in the meantime, found a week-dead Mittertails. COVERED IN FLIES. IN A BOX. IN THE CARPORT.), my mattress and boxspring, most of my worldy possessions (except some cds, dvds, dressers, nightstand, my kitchenware and other random shit). Everything is now sitting in Grampa's hangar. And in my car. And in mom's car. Heh.

Fishies are happy on the banquet in the dining room. Yay. I've always wanted to put them there. It's so pretty. They seemed to take the move well, but I noticed I'm missing a loach. SAD. I think Muddy ate him :'(

Having to transport fish is the worst thing ever, let me tell you. Especially when you're driving and they're YOUR babies. I was driving like such an effing Grandma.

Drove to the island last night, spent the night with Terry, woke up at 8:30 and drove to work. I HATE THAT. I never ever want to leave and he gives me this sad face. GUH!

Work at 8am tomorrow. Joy. At least the stockroom is clean. For now. Never seems to last long, but I enjoy it while it's grood.

I need to go to bed. Ugh.

OH! Since I wasn't near a computer all day yesterday--

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DON-FACE!