Everything has changed, absolutely nothing's changed

It's already been a long day.

I've been up since 3 this morning finishing up two stories due today. And by "due today" I mean "due yesteday." And by "due yesterday," I mean "one was due monday." But that's OK because i turned in another story monday. and by "But that's OK because i turned in another story monday" i mean "that's not OK because the story i turned in monday was due last friday."

Now i have the most boring assignment ever due to today. Yes, I've known it was due today for a month. but that's neither here nor there.

As you likely gathered from a couple of posts ago, I'll be leaving journalism in a few months. Within the next week or two I will sign a contract to teach English (and probably a couple social studies classes) at an all-girl Catholic high school in New Orleans.

Courtney and I are also moving to Metairie. We've put our house up for sale and are in processing of buying a lot on the southshore. There's a good chance we'll live with her parents for a while during construction.

We met with an engineer/architect guy and a builder/developer guy Monday to talk about the new house. It's stressful. It felt like when i bought my car and i was all like "i'm on a budget, tell me if i can't afford it" and the salesman was all like "you can afford it" and the sales manager was all like "you can't afford it" but i bought it anyway and now i owe about a gazillion more dollars on it than it's worth and i hate it even though it's a good car and i should've been happy to get it but i wasn't.

So now i'm interested to hear back from the drawer-of-plans man to see how many of our square feet get amputated.

Enjoy...