Lots has happened since May.

The best part: Moving to the coast into a beautiful place with a view of the lagoon with Clinton.
The worst part: The company I work for basically going to shit.

I was ready to quit today, totally convinced that they weren't going to uphold their part of the payment agreement I had them sign. But, alas, apparently they want me around after all. So they paid me what they owed. This is great and all, except I was ready to leave. I want to leave. I feel emotionally drained from that place.

Clint and I are leaving tonight to head to the west coast for a weekend of relaxing, food, and wine. It couldn't come at a better time.