The very limits of exhaustion.

Holy. Freaking. Crap.

The events that took place since wednesday of last week are boggling to the mind, and too numerous to recount here. I will undoubtedly be chronicling them over the course of a few weeks in the comic, but alas, not today. I will attempt to at LEAST cover a few key details to 'splain why.

So, the donation drive was, in a word, successful. It would be inappropriate and tacky to describe specifics, but let me just sum it up by saying I'm going to meking a whole lot of christmas cards. This being the case, we have been apartment hunting HARDCORE lately. Spent all day saturday, and actually took today off of work, stayed in the bay area last night, and then hit the city today following up on leads.

Apartment hunting in San Francisco is BRUTAL. We had a place we found in Laurel Heights that we loved, but because of a snafu on the part of the rental agent, he rented it out from under us, even though we told him we were gonna take it. So our saturday was essentially negated. We had a particularly fruitless day today - the last place we looked at was an open house affair... we were actually one of two people who put down a holding deposit on the apartment. Explain to me how that works. But whatever. If it comes to a credit-versus-credit battle between us and them, odds are not very much in our favor.

So, where we stand right now, we found a promising lead we're going to follow up on tomorrow, and our good friends Megan and Ian have graciously allowed us to stay at their place for the night - but atfer a FULL day of apartment hunting (starting at 10 AM and going, in a roundabout way, until 11 PM) and getting dinner, it's now 1:30, and I'm lucky I even have it in me to type these words right now.

Thankfully, the dude tomorrow isn't going to be able to see us 'till 6, so we have the day to sort of recuperate and get our ducks in a row. Keep your fingers crossed for us, though - if there's one thing I learned since we've started apartment hunting in this city, it's never count on ANYTHING until you have something signed and on paper. Oh, and apparently people around here just hate pets. So that's two things I've learned. And my main weapon is surprise. Surprise and fear.

So, let's go at it this way - if things go my way, I'll have a mind that can think of something other than "dear god my feet hurt" sometime tomorrow, and I can get a comic cranked out. I am confident this will be the case. But I really want to stop looking for somewhere to live, and just LIVE here. It will be far less stressful.

Oh, and I've got a second interview on Thursday. Wish me luck. :)

(And just so I can cover it right here in no uncertain terms - I want to say I'm overwhelmed by the response from you guys to the donation drive - it certainly seems like the right thing to say. But in a way, that demeans you - I've known for a long, long time now that Real Life readers are, far and away, the most gracious, generous, and big-hearted people anyone will ever meet. I am truly priveleged to, in some way, know you. And your response to our situation just shows that. It touched our hearts to know that you care, and it's made it possible for me to follow a dream of mine. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. It means more than you can know.)