Okay.

*deep breath*

( Uberpost of DEATH )

Mmm, so, I still have more stuff to get from Indiana, I still need to unload my mother's van, I still need to figure out some way to hide my toolbox until I hear back from Pep Boys - we seem to be having communication diffculties - and I need to unpack all of my shit, yo.

I also need a way to get forty dollars. Hmm. Anyone wanna buy a cat? I'll throw in a.. erm.. okay, I don't actually own anything worth selling. Except my body, but y'know, society really hates it when you do that. Fuckers and their "judgement calls". Bite my ass.