It's 4AM. Wow.

Randomness at 4AM. Furret doll for a sister site banner, and a furry Angel for a contest. I just kinda gypped out and tossed things together. Not much effort was put into either of these, but I don't care, cause they're on my bases anyhow. :3

So, after conversing with TJ, the apartment is a no-go. That's fine. Leaves us with some extra cash to, y'know, live on. Takes a huge load off my shoulders and I feel much better and more relieved about everything. Still have to pay the rent for this month, but whatever. I'll just give him the $150 to go with the $100 I gave him and not worry about the security, since we'd get that back anyhow.

I have a freaking cold sore on the inside of my cheek and it's annoying.

I've been gradually cleaning. I'd like to invest in a computer desk at some point, since sitting on the floor is killing me. And, hell, I want a computer desk.

In animal-related news, Latte AND Willow had babies tonight. Which was unexpected on Latte's part. But that's okay. I need to look into getting rid of some of the babies anyhow, so I'll see about doing that tomorrow.

Bastard always gets the last word...

SonOfBerkowitz: And now for bed.
FallenAngel483: Aww.
FallenAngel483: No fun.
SonOfBerkowitz: Sleep is fun. The most fun you can have in bed.
FallenAngel483: ...
FallenAngel483: Sure it is.
SonOfBerkowitz: I'm sure you're thinking of that other thing, but you're wrong.
FallenAngel483: Am I?
SonOfBerkowitz: That thing is the most fun you can have in the open bed of a pickup truck while going down the freeway at 60 miles an hour.
FallenAngel483: >_>
FallenAngel483: That would be interesting...
SonOfBerkowitz: Exactly. See where I'm coming from?
FallenAngel483: I do, I do...
SonOfBerkowitz: Yeah. Just think on that one for a while.
SonOfBerkowitz signed off at 4:43:56 AM.

Nrrrrg.

My stomach feels ooky. Like I'm getting ready to ride a roller coaster or somethng. All topsy turvy. Ugh.

TJ's yelling at me to find her glue gun, which I haven't seen since the last time we were in Canada. And she dumped out the box it was in to put the newt in said box. And, of course, she doesn't know where she put all of the craft stuff that was in the box. And then I find the new craft box, and the glue gun's not in it. So she's freaking out at me because I can't magically find the glue gun.

And then she reverts back into only child mode and kicks me out of her room.

Wow, thanks. I looked for the damn glue gun. I couldn't find it. You told me to forget about it from your place on the bed reading comics. I did, and went out to the living room. And then you get pissed because I did what you wanted. And then you threw the craft box.

Way to throw a tantrum, TJ.

Augh. and I need to call the landlord and tell them we're not keeping the apartment. Yay, I get to deal with an old Greek woman who I can barely understand. It's the highlight of my day, really.