Mum finally decided she could stand to look up real estate today. And, for-real looking up of real estate, not just a vague skimming of the morning paper. She found a cute (read: "midget-sized") rancher in Pasadena that we could afford. Granted, we'd probably eat each others heads off living there for very long, but hell. We could live there, and that's the important thing. Whether or not we could fit all of Mum's shiteload of furniture (99% of which she bought before marrying Tom, bwuahaha) is another question, although I guess that's what Storage Village is for. At least she's learned a few tricks this time around and had me put the storage unit in my name.

As of today, the protective order against him is set to expire at the end of this month. Mum has put in a motion to extend it, but I've no idea at this point whether that will get heard or granted. Basically, I suppose we just have to operate on the assumption that we're going to have to clear out within four weeks. I'd like nothing better than for Tom to come back on March 1st only to see the house stripped bare and empty. It's a shame I have no way to see the look on his face... I don't think my camera has a motion-sensitive switch.

I guess what all this means is that within a month I could very well be living in Pasadena.

Weird shit.


Well, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do.