^{(Gah, with all the freaking ship-jumping, I'm disgusted that I have to point out that I'm moving
in real life, not on the internet.)}

Or we're trying to, anyway.
Applied for an apartment, that my mother is acting like we've already been approved to move into.
Landlord is barking at our heels because he's a shit eating bastard cockmonger.
And to top it all off, I have a broken leg, a fucked-up cast, and am nearing that bleeding time that
comes with being a transman off testosterone, and a fibromyalgia sufferer with a hormone problem.
So I've got this mysterious stabbing chest pain again, like every month.

Augh.
So I'm not going to be around as much over the next couple days.
Minimal presence and stuff. I'm still alive, though. Notes are best way to reach me.
Or Skype, I guess. WithKeyLymes, because I'm creative.

-Billy