At some point you have

At some point you have to accept that the program you write in to update your blog is now more out of date than Blogger's own updating webpage. It's probably the point at which you spend an hour and a half writing a massive post and then Jeremy's sister plugs her hairdryer in and blows the circut. When that happens, you remember that Blogger can now recover unfinished posts. So hello Blogger, I'm sorry I abandoned you all those years.

Oh, and I hate this house and it's prehistoric wiring. Oh, that doesn't much matter anymore.

I should say that I just had to turn around because Sedna was chewing on a hole in my closet door. Chewing on shards of wood. Was it ever loud too! Sounded like something wooden was collapsing, I swear.

I haven't been updating, yes. Jeremy's whole world flew in to see him play the lead in a local play. The play was great. He was great. We all fight for the bathroom with spears. Nine people and one bathroom in this house, yes, Lord of the Flies comes to mind. But I guess that doesn't much matter anymore.

We're moving out of this house next week! If you wonder where I went to, it's probably just that my computer is in a box somewhere. This month is insane, you know?

I had a secret and that secret was all-ecompassing if you remember. Now that secret is going to be printed on the title page... so I guess it's not that big of a secret anymore. That I've been working on my father's book for the last month. Basically, I take two thousand pages of my father's notes and write the first forty pages of text before the recipes according to them. Then my father writes 125 recipes and I edit them for grammar and spelling and nonsense. I'm in the third and final revision with Simon and Schuster right now actually. Everything is peachy. June 29th the book is locked and I can get right back to my own book. Except that we're moving. And then... well...

You know, I've got some gall! I stayed unemployed for an entire year, convinced Elise to move up here and swore I would make my writing into a paying gig at only twenty years old. And you know, it actually happened with my father's book. E and I now have the money to move back to Florida. It's not much money, but it's more than I'd make in a year of bussing tables.

So now we're probably moving twice in a row. First with my family, down the street. Then with the cat, down to Florida. There is much sad debate over where my dog will be staying. I haven't made a decision on that yet. This new house my parents just got has a fenced in backyard. My new house will be an apartment.

My parents' new house, it's almost twice as big as the one we're in now, but the same price! Two stories. Three bathrooms instead of one! Central fucking air conditioning instead of loud wall units that hardly work. Central vacuum outlets, even! The house is one giant vacuum, waiting for you to plug a hose into it! I wonder if that means I can steal my mother's vacuum and bring it with Elise and I to Florida. Gosh, I'd hate to have to buy a vacuum. You just never picture yourself having to purchase a vacuum. Anyway, yes... this new house is amazing. The living room is four of our current ones. There is an eight person hot tub, even! The stove in the kitchen is the kind of stove you see on MTV Cribs... this slick, brand new gas stove where half of it is actually a real, indoor grill. Not some George Foreman indoor grill, but an indoor grill with flames coming up from under it.

So I'd say that E and I should stay and enjoy this new house for a little bit, but the basement is but a workshop. Unlivable. We'll be living in the den until further notice. The den, however, is probably bigger than this basement and has fifteen foot ceilings like a gigantic loft apartment, but it has no door and the living room is right there and we'll never get sleep with my brother having people over until five in the morning. Not to mention, my parents deserve to HAVE their den.

So it's next month for Florida. A few people have asked me why now? It has to be now. I'm twenty years old, living with Elise, have been with Elise for one year come Wednesday and I now have a formidable amount of money in the bank. That money isn't going to last forever, so what better to spend it on than getting out on my own?

I will probably have to pick up my old job bussing tables. My life coming full circle! Well, except for my own place, car, furniture... except for Elise.