It appears we had a Columbine-esque event here yesterday. Though we are well, the city spirit is bruised.
We have decided to move to the new place and spend the next four weeks repairing everything here in order to do so.
Spouse informed pornstar that he has to move as we are going to take his apartment. (He offered to pay for a year up front, but we want nothing to do with him anymore.) If our first impression of pornstar was of drooling adoration, the behaviour since has reversed any trace of this impression.
We went to see Pink Martini in concert last night. China Forbes is fucking fabulous. It was nice to forget our woes for a moment.
When spouse talked to the police yesterday, they found our situation highly amusing. This was not entirely comforting.
If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with. (They mean yourself, don't they?)
Sorry about the jaggedness of my thoughts. We've got a serious month ahead of us, and it's early. Must go. Love to all....