Houston, we have secured housing… kinda.

So, I talked to a girl in LA yesterday who is subleasing her apartment for the first three weeks of September, furnished and relatively cheap, which is good, because we got rid of everything and we have no money.

Three weeks should provide ample time to find real housing, you know the kind that is somewhat more permanent. Muhahaha.

I’m not old by any means, but I’m not exactly just out of the womb either. I want you to understand that this isn’t just a bout of crazy youthful immaturity. This is actually the way that I am.

But I must do something.

So…

LA.

Acting Corps.

Pretend I am a social person.

Try to find an agent.

Hopefully all of this won’t result in me coming home each night, sucking my thumb, sniffing my fingers, and sobbing like a baby.