Universal Karma

Ohhhh.. So, THAT is why I won money in Vegas last week. (listening to: phones ringing. everywhere. all at once.)

Got a call from my landlord/"grandfather" last night. (It's a long story, suffice to say, he was once directly related to us, is no longer so, but for all intents and purposes, he keeps the title.) He is getting a divorce from his current wife, and as such, needs to sell the condo I'm currently living in.

This.

Sucks.

Yes, I realize this is not about me, and my thoughts and prayers go out to him as he goes through this tough time in his life. But, as it stands, I imagine I've got about a month, give or take, to find a new place to live. And that's not much time. And wherever I go, I'm taking Ender with me. So, it's gotta be pet-friendly.

As of this writing, all not-already-paid-for video game and entertainment expenses (read: Guitar Hero 2 and Nintendo Wiiii!) are being put on hold until things get sorted out. In the meantime, I am inquiring into places who are seeking new tenants. If any of you know of any nice places near the city that can accommodate all my shit (sectional couch, big TV, big bed, dining room table), goes for about $500-$600 a month, and has a dishwasher (Madjai does NOT do dishes), please let me know.

Even if you don't know of a place such as this, please let me know everything is going to be OK. So much is not going right at the moment, and I'm feeling very adrift. I don't have what I used to to lean on anymore, and I'm feeling that absence.

Sing it, Mary...
Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to problems that upset you, oh...
Don't you know everything's alright, yes, everything's fine.
And we want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.

sigh.

PS- Jill Bernard rules. That is all.

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