Ouch

Ellie burned me:

And then we laughed.

So it looks like I won't be dressing up this Halloween. Since I'm moving next week, I really should save all my money. Besides, there's only a week left to work on my costume. That, and we haven't found a costume party to go to, so there's really no point. I am starting work on Halloween, though. Ellie pointed out that if I don't do something, I'll stand out as the new person. So maybe she can make me a burn victim or put a hammer through my head or something. That'll be fun.

Still looking for a place to live. Jaime, move out here as soon as you can. I need someone to help with the rent. Even if you can't find a job, I'll show you how to make tamales and you can go to Echo Park and sell them or something. So that's that.

Oh, and check this out, I had given my two weeks notice (this is my last week here) and last Friday, they told us that they were shutting down the escrow department. So now my coworker and boss don't have jobs. I feel bad for them, but a bit relieved that I have a job in LA. Maybe it was meant-to-be.

Hercules died last week. Poor little guy. He was attacked by dogs out in the backyard. R.I.P., Hercules. We love you!