Out

I'm moving out tomorrow. I'm not really sad about it this time -- as opposed to the past few times I've moved out. I hope this time is for good. Not that I hate my parents and can't stand living with them, I just feel bad every time I mooch off of them.

Speaking of mooching, my parents are helping me pay for fixing my car. Those wonderful miracle-working mechanics pulled the Spirit out of it's coma, and it is now running as good as it was before. Hooray!

Stellar and Leon, thank you for your prayers.