currently we're drinking fortiez (40'z) in celebration. though the bastard at the gas station wouldn't front me a quarter ($.25)! so it colt 45 (does it everytime) instead.
i guess i was awfully paranoid while waiting for approval. somehow i passed a routine credit check? which is fucking nice. because um...i bet my credit rating isn't what they call "untarnished." now, i may see those "evictions" as a nice verdigris, sort of the spice of life, but i imagined that others might have a diffrent point of view. anyhow, it wasn't more than a few hours after we told the broker that we wanted the place that we heard back that they wanted us. the moral of this story is: with enough parachutes, even falling can work out.
in other news, i've been tweaking my elves pretty substantially, but mostly in ways that are precursors to some of the overhauls i have in mind for them. & i invented a new race, the imps. they are fey, & small! in a big way, i guess they're my homage to clive staples (c.s.) lewis & changeling. they basically look like nockers, complete with big eyebrows, on top of cloven hooves. could i resist? the answer is no. then, cloak & dagger for the malakim!
