Fuck this horribly typeset piece of shit "blog" thing. Ever since my ferret went nuts on the keyboard during my absence,
it's never looked right. I'm no perfectionist, but damn, poorly-set text is a nightmare (with certain exceptions- see Mark
Danielewski's intentionally typographically nightmarish novel House of Leaves).

I'll be living in Houston in two days. This fact still hasn't sunk in, really, and won't for a while, since for most of June
I'll be staying in Conroe. I refuse to commute from H-Town to my current job five days a week for chump change, especially
since this place is 99% likely to go under within a month. Unemployment line, here I fuckin' come.

Sounds like Ted and Sean are makin' it. Having recently read
Ted's post about the greatness of drinking beer, I wholeheartedly agree. Beer for breakfast is pretty good, though I
don't usually have any sort of breakfast at all, save perhaps cigarettes. I hope Ted runs his Unknown Armies game again
soon. That shit is bound to be good, and I only got to play one game!

More later, maybe, unless I actually get home and do the packing I'm supposed to. Yeah, right.