And I'm up too damn late. Mom is going to be at the new house by 9, which is more like 8:50, so I'm setting the alarm for 8. Let's see how it goes. That is approximately 4.5 hours of sleep, give or take rubbing one out. What? Ok.
So, we got the keys today, started moving stuff in, and a house is had. There's a backyard, a pool, plenty of space, and an office for me. I'm psyched. The house will be empty for a week or two, but other than that, it'll be fantastic.
I'm still out of work for the moment, but I feel that situation about to change. Dean is always there to help out and told me that even if the Harcourt thing doesn't turn out well, he's got shifts for me in the clubs. What a mench, as Melanie woudl say. The Guest List is doing better and better with new campaigns and sponsors on the horizon. That'll be cool. If you're reading this, hit www.orlandoguestlist.com. It's like supporting a friend to stay off drugs. Sort of.
Today is not only my move-in date, but also Pollard's Birthday. So, happy birthday to you sir, if your eyes pass over this. As I said in my voicemail, I'll hit you up with giftery when I: a) have monies b) see you next c) combination of the two.
For now, all is well. I'm going to go into a bit of debt this next two weeks, but what's more debt, eh? At least my credit is still somehow over 700. I swear, I've got to write that book on staying afloat while spending like a homeless person given a dollar twenty-seven in front of a 99 cent liquor store (I can dream, right?).
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