...I was spending the night in College Park, loathing the filth that Foxe's roommates exude like skin flakes. And I remembered that before March 8, there was some sort of deal on the apartment complex we were set to sign the lease for April 11. And I wondered, along with Foxe, just how much of a deal we were talking here. I mean, $20 a month? $100 a month? And the key point, of course - would it be enough to offset the cost of Foxe paying an extra month's rent (assuming I'd be able to get my things out of Tricky House by the end of March, of course)?

So, therefore, bright-eyed and shiny-feathered, I called this morning and asked. And then there was some consulting on the phone to determine that the price was indeed offset by enough if we acted by March 8 and then a hurried call to my Foxe.

And that is how I find myself having obtained a cashier's check for large sums of money so that we have a place of our own on March 8. Not that we'll probably be moved out of anywhere until at least the end of the month (and probably a good chunk of that over some days of spring break)....but we have a place that is close to campus, that doesn't involve me parking my car a 20-minute walk away, and that has room for the both of us and all our accumulated stuff.

[magic happy dance]

This now entails the actual moving part, and perhaps a more hurried acquisition of a car for Foxe (though perhaps not). And probably a thousand other small unpleasantries.

But we have a place, starting March 8.

Now, my anal-rententive side will start compiling massive lists of things that need to be done, as well as time tables and what not.

Woo hoo!