Annoying and Hopeful Things.
Beef's been looking at rental classifieds all week, and Gramma K's been more aggressively senile than usual, so I think we might actually end up getting a place of our own. Between my horrible new job getting extra tubs of ranch dressing for mongoloid, goateed sports fans, and his off-and-on programming work, we'd be able to afford a place of our own and also cover his rent on Gramma K's trailer.
I just got off a late shift at Applebee's and am cleaning up to head to Ray's to meet everyone. I've been really excited to go all night. I've had just a shit week and I want to get good and drunk.