I left the south not knowing quite what would happen to me. I floundered for a little over two months, and my parents were rather worriedly considering whether they needed to bail me out.

Economics was working against me, but something was certainly in my favor because a job landed me as opposed to the usual order.

Since then, I've kept fairly busy. I could certainly eat more had I the money, but I am surviving. It's actually rather amusing to try to find the most cost-effective calories.

Before I landed a job, I had a few ideas for poems (and one of them drafted) when I made the foolish decision to upgrade to a beta OS. Now I have no more Linux for a while, and no more poems or music or budget spreadsheet.

Despite these setbacks, I think I am doing rather well. My job is going well, and the people are good to work with.

I've met some people I enjoy spending time with. We go dancing when I have time and money and sometimes find other things more suited to my means. I also managed to visit a Renaissance Fair wearing a homemade chainmail necktie.(Disclaimer: I am by no means the first person to have made one, but I did manage to get my office picture taken with it.)

My mother and brother hit stateside for a week for business, and I got to see them both and provide some free labor. Apparently they can tell I'm far happier now than when I visited for Christmas ten months ago. That's encouraging, but I can't help but wonder if it's that obvious what kind of train wreck I must have been.

I'm now long overdue for sleep, but before I go:
-Ed, I still owe you comments on "Get It Right" and "Cold Comfort." A party is still over the horizon, but I think I'm headed in the right direction.
-Rain, I haven't been keeping up with your journals (or anyone's for that matter). They have, almost without fail, never ceased to amuse and sometimes amaze me. Perhaps I will manage to catch up.