today was the day i had to put in my notice to move, so i did.

it may not seem like much to most, but i'm someone who doesn't take too many chances.

i still do not have an apartment lined up "down there" and still wondering, once again, my age old problem...how do i get my car down there?

because i'm not doing the trailer thing again...not for all the money in the world. a six hour drive turned into twelve and well, cost me some nerves and added those five pounds of stress fat to my midsection.

monday i'm spending precious money on precious gas to go and look at some places. in the end, i know i'll end up in a dump like this one, but i guess the bright side is z will still only be 20-30 mins from his friend's house (who will eventually drive him into orlando and college) and i'll only be blocks from the ocean. we're having to sacrifice space to accomplish this.

believe me, i've looked at this from every conceivable angle, and oddly enough, this works out to be the best option, especially because of gas prices (and let's face it, they won't be dropping anytime soon)

i have absolutely no support system down here, so if i can't work things out logistically, i'm screwed.

oye vey, i hate moving. i do.

and god almighty, i need a valium (or two or three)