Going to actually get that music post up, some day. Hah. No, I mean it—really.

Working on some stories, anxiously awaiting the outcome of the writing contest on FWF, and moving crap around.

Yes, we got the place. It's so pretty—and HUGE, given what we're paying. So much storage space, which was what I was going for when I was putting my two cents in. HUGE windows, HUGE rooms... HUGE closets... Need I say more? I wanted to take pictures to put up while it was still empty. Maybe I can get some up later anyways. It's so freakin' spacious!

So, we're going to try to get as much stuff in there tomorrow/today (Wednesday) as possible. We don't have internet set up yet there—and while I really want it when it's convenient, I know it's not on Joe's list of priorities. I think I'm going to call someone tomorrow, once we figure out when we're throwing stuff onto the truck. It will take a few trips, and I haven't really gotten much of anything put into boxes yet. Also, I don't know what I'm going to do with Johnny—if my dad brings the truck by tomorrow, and I can't put the baby seat in it, then I'm going to have to wait until someone can watch him.

I'm pretty certain that you're not supposed to put a baby seat in a truck, and even if you can, it can't be over the gear shift, and I don't think it can go in the passenger-side if the seatbelt isn't designed that way. Joe insists that it's the reason they have keys to turn off the airbags, but I think he's full of shit and they only do that for preferences. I mean, they tell you not to put twelve-year olds in the front seat. DUH. I'm not doing this, don't worry.

So basically, just writing to let you all know what's going on. You might not hear from me for a few days. Just saying why.

EDIT: Was going to post a couple things on each shrine and make good use of my remaining net time—but I'm tired. Passing out now. 'NIGHT~!

 

I wrote a new one-shot, a side-story for my Agapé universe, but from Tifa's perspective. I Don't Want Anyone Else is now posted to ff.net and nighty_night. Perhaps now I can get that story underway for the writing contest without being distracted.

Tho' it's not likely.

Apartments: We might have a place. Well, we do, but we have to work some kinks out. But if all of this goes well... this place is too good to be true.

Huh, maybe it is. Watch me die in it or something.