Fuckin' with huge contracts

Lilly's washing machine has just hit the high-speed spin cycle, and it sounds like a locomotive. I think the inside basin htat holds the clothes free floats inside the machine, so when it's spun rapidly, it rhytmically thuds against the metal frame while making a great wooshing sound. It's so loud that Lilly and I have had to postpone conversations until it was done.

Anyways, I'm taking advantage of her laundry facilities one last time before I move into my new place. I signed the lease on Thursday, right before I went into work, and have been busy traversing up and down the I-35 corridor ever since. Dinner in Waco on Thursday, lunch in Austin on Friday, a stop at the outlet malls on the way to Dad's birthday in S.A. on Friday, back to work today. I move in on Monday.

Normally, this space would be reserved for some meandering contemplation of how it feels to be committing myself to a year in Temple, working at this well-intentioned but horribly misguided newspaper. But it's only $330 to break my lease, so if I really can't stand it, I'm out like, uh, a governor, I guess.

Well, I just wanted to write something, since it'd been a few days. That's taken care of. Blogging will be sparse while I get settled in my new digs. (Good news, though, I just got my Canon back, so new pictures are hopefully on the way.) These last two weeks of blogging have been brought to you by Lilly's hostel service, so thanks her way.

Two final notes:

1. Does anyone know where to get cheap, quality furniture? Seth, where did you get your couch again?

2. My mom gave me one of those "LIVESTRONG" yellow bracelets when I was in town, so that reminds me: Everyone donate to Catherine. Here's my old write-up: "Catherine, of Zunta Crew fame, is running in the Marine Corps Marathon to raise money for the Lombardi Cancer Center. Here's Catherine's description of the organization:

i do want to remind everyone that i didn't pick the lombardi center randomly; i really do care if you donate money to them, because the center is where my mother received excellent treatment for breast cancer back in 1996-1997. i remember going along with her to her chemo treatments, and the staff there was always incredibly kind to me, a teenager who was scared out of her wits, but who wanted to pretend to sort of be strong and not worried as the oldest kid in the family. the doctors were great; my mother had an oncologist who would call her constantly during treatment and afterwards to check on her status. just, overall...i mean, if you've got to go through something like cancer, the lombardi center is probably a good place to do it.

Her formidable goal is to raise $2,000 by October 22, so click on the link in the corner and give anything you can, even if it's just a buck or ten."

Seriously, if everyone who reads this just gave $3 each, we'd make at least 10 or 15 bucks. Pretty please?