This can't go on much longer, it mustn't. I hope I find a place soon enough and stop havin to jump from hotel to hotel.

I'm still pissed about how we had found the perfect place and it was sold out right underneath is by a call in while we were talking about it. I mean, I know it's no good to dwell on the past, but it was absolutely fucking perfect.

Jen, my roomate, has a friend in the real estate business down here. He's supposed to get us some good leads, stuff that's not open to the public. Tomorrow, I take the day out of work to hunt with her.

Here's to hoping we find someting. And here's to hoping I can get well before I leave for Cancun next Sunday.

More to come on how ridiculous my new assignment with GE Security is.