Bwah.

Moved, finally. So the House of Peter is behind us, we're all comfortably ensconced in the new place (three permanent roommates, one temporary), and the good times just keep on rolling. So, a few days after we'd moved in, since I took four days off for the move, I went down to the DMV, and got a license. Shortly after that, I arranged to meet with Peter to discuss his cat (Punk), and offer to take care of her if he couldn't.

So I now have a new cat (she's so precious! (I'm too lazy to upload pictures right now)), a new car, and a new ca...p? Actually, it's an old Christmas present. But I'm wearing it now, so it kinda works.

At any rate, things are going well, so very little to kvetch about.