A new level of hell

Today Weasel Central completes the move from the 4th ring of hell over to the 7th.
Yee haw.
Though really I'm not complaining. The new HQ is close enough that I can leave the car at home and take the subway, yet far enough away that I won't be the one they call in case of an "emergency".
Double yee haw.

I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but I am so in love.
And rocking a massive headache.
I think those two are independent of one another, as my gal is not in the general vicinity of the building (Boo. No yay).

So I'm all gung ho on buying a house again (Zoe, I blame you). It's so funny how I get obsessed with certain things (monkeys, cars, Kirk Cameron) for a brief period of time and then, boom, I'm off onto the newest focus.
But the house. Oh how I want a house! The only problem right now is where? I refuse to live in the 'burbs. Especially since I know I would go bat shit crazy and end up being moved out by my neighbours. Can't live in the 'hood either (though really, what constitutes the "hood" these days), cause I'm a wussy & I'd get massive beat downs all the time. I kinda want to live downtown-ish, but not quite cause the gal refuses to drive downtown at any time. Oh the decisions! Don't even get me started on the style of the house!

Right. Gotta go and have some lunch. Mmmm matzo ball soup. Yay Passover!
Mazel Tov, yo.