Feeling a bit better.

I'm sort of refreshed that I'm not broke anymore. Coming back to a gutted apartment with no money is one thing, but coming back with some chocolate ice cream is do-able.

I'm not racing from pillar to post anymore. I had a good, long venting talk with a (now ex) co worker from another campus, and that let off some steam. He's a great guy, hope the system manages to keep him.

I'm on my way out to another (now ex) co worker's house to say goodbye. The house is mostly done, I patched the walls and vacuumed the living room. I'm working farthest room out, then over to the office. I'm glad to be leaving this house. It has too many memories.