Okay, so I got to Tulsa. I had some packers pack me and some movers move me and some unmovers unmove and unpack the junk I own at my new residence. I am liking this area of Tulsa (south 81st St area) and I am told it is one of the better neighborhoods. Of course, I imagine anyone selling me a home would tell me that the neighborhood I am currently in rocks and to ignore the chalk outlines.

Got my first paycheck, still have a few boxes packed, cause I'm a lazy skunk. Found my camera, it seems undamaged. Nice having an actual office for once and not my desk right next to my friggen bed. Now my bed is just that, my bed. Not a storage place for extra media. >.>

Went exploring a few areas, found Mecca, supposedly a really old coffee/tea/cigar shoppe. Three of my favorite things.

Since I've last written it would appear my dad has had surgery and had a glacostomy *sp?* bag installed. I call him every so often as they're still watching his recovery. He seems okay, and his words are "Well, the bag sucks, but it beats dying."

Mom seems indifferent about the whole thing. I guess you gotta treat someone like iron man as a coping mechanism else your head would explode from worry.

If there are any furs in Tulsa who wanna meet up, let me know. I'm bored as piss.