So it turned out that dream apartment was a craigslist scam. Fuckers.
But I go see another apartment tomorrow. I'm freaking out a lot. We're
supposed to be out of our temp digs on April 5th. One week to find a
place and move and find beds and pay off electric bills and and and.
Good news is that I've managed to cobble together most of a kitchen
and a friend has a couch in his basement for us. It's filthy with dust
from being used at burning man, but beggars, choosers, slipcovers etc.
And Aeryl got together a box of shirts for the kid including a Bob
Ross Happy Trees hoodie. We still need your happy thoughts, so keep