Someday I'll refocus and keep this updated. There are way too many things going on in my head. It seems the more I try and find order and direction amongst them, these head things, the more elusive and chaotic they become. Hard to pin down, one might say, if one was so inclined to say such things...
Long story short (too late)
Still clean and sober (w00t)
Moving to Ireland (target date January in the year of our lord two thousand ten)
- Excited
- Scared shitless
Can't decide what sort of lingering energy is in my apartment. It could have been just that one rug. I never did have a good feeling about that rug. Huh.
That's about it.
