"Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?" - Homer J. Simpson

Holy balls, what a fuckin week. Work was work. Kicked some ass. Lamest of all, my cousin told me that I need to find a new place ot live by October 31. So my plans of finding a condo and buying it are accelerated, to say the least.

I really don't think I'm going to be able to get a house into escrow in the next 10 days, so I'm going to try to find a room to rent or an apartment. The situation sort of blows. Wait I take that back, it really blows. I thought I was going to have at least 90 days notice, but shit got moved up on me. Ah well, you can only control what is yours and fortunately that is where I am headed. Maybe not in the immediate future, like I had planned, but pretty damned soon.

I have tomorrow off. I'm stoked about that. I'm going to do some more footwork in my futile attempt to find a suitable dwelling. I don't know if I'm bummed because I won't be able to go through with my original plan of buying a place or if I'm pissed because the whole fucking situation has basically been dictated to me by my landlord. I'm leaning more towards the latter.