We have always been at war with The Whistling Shrimp
Looks like my ditch is coming along nicely. The shit is now for the most part bypassing me as it rolls downhill. I'm 80% of the way moved out of my old apartment. I just have to break down some furniture, haul the remains to the curb, and then clean/vacuum the place. Of course, I'm nowhere near unpacked at the new place, but what the hey. I got a check today for commission I didn't think I was going to get from my old job, which takes care of a whole month's rent at the new place for me, including utilities. And when I'm out of this apartment tonight, I no longer have to pay rent for it. I was expecting to have to pay at least March's rent on both apartments, but there's a tenant who wanted to move in 2 weeks ago. Well, shit, I got pneumonia/bronchitis/whatever and couldn't move a muscle, let alone boxes. So now I have something almost resembling financial solvency, and the ability to start paying down my credit cards substantially each month (such that I *should* be debt-free in about 6-8 months, excluding student loans).
I'm going to try to get to Ithaca this weekend to see my former sketch-comedy troupe perform their hearts out. Facebook also tells me that rival/allied comedy troupe the Skits-O-Phrenics are using "There Will Be Fudd" as their show title for the Spring season, complete with poster. Oh well, as long as *someone's* using it.
Fuck, man. Driving six hours to Ithaca and then back in one weekend? I must be fucking nuts. But I've been promising and promising I'd make one of their shows since I left over a year ago. Put up or shut up time. The only reason I'd stay home is if Becca needs me to care for her since she's getting over what I had.