whahey!

We have a place. Yay. *dance*

Now, to get a job.

I need big explosions, I think. And guns. And fights.

And something cathartic.

So, wow, we have a place. It's grand, it's fabulous, and it's not helpful that I have no fucking job.

I feel like tearing my hair out.

I suspect I need lots of pain and angst. Hrm...