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I'm out! After nearly nine years here in the Bend, and one of flying back and forth to Texas every few weeks, I'm finally moving.

I took the UT job. I suppose I should have at least waited to see if I got the job at the other place, but instead I didn't. Eat that, wisdom! Is it delicious? UT was just too tempting. I can keep working in higher education, live and work right next to Lizett, and coming out of multiple Universities will look great on my application when I'm looking into grad school in Higher Ed Administration in a couple

Oh God, a pipe just burst. Just right now. Sweet Lord, it smells like sewage in here. It's so horrible. AHHHHHHHH.

Anyway, so that'll be good on my application. Also, because for some reason things always work out ridiculously well for me--I think because God really enjoys my constant mockery of organized religion--it just so happens that a friend of Lizett's suddenly has an available room in his house near UT and is happy to rent it to me cheap, on short notice, with no deposit, until the wedding. What? How did that happen? I love it.

So I'm out of here in like no time at all. My last day at ND will be the 16th, then I'll drive all day the 17th, all day the 18th, settle in on the 19th, and start work the 20th. It's going to be awesome! And I actually don't mean that sarcastically, because--proving once and for all that she is by far the greatest person ever to exist--Lizett is flying to South Bend to make the long drive back with me. My head asplode.

It's a little sad to go. I'll miss living with the Ball, the constant gay innuendo from Rocky, and Raul's sweet caress. I will not miss the pipe-bursting -3 degree weather. Ohhhhh God it's in my raccoon wounds.