Blood in my eyes

Post 200, and it better be a big one. Happy new year.

In a decision that I saw coming a mile away, I once again am not in school. I don't feel guilty about it, I'm happy, there's not much else to be said. Fact.

It's been a busy holiday season, albeit a relaxed one. Things come and go and I've been pushed along with them so I guess now's the time to enjoy the quiet. Good company is pretty much all I need and I've had plenty of it of late. Lucky.

My apartment is in dire need of a third roommate. Not that I want someone else in here, it will just force me to stay in my den even more often than normal. If someone can actually manage to handle the combined bullshit of Jon and I then I will be very impressed. I think I'm pretty easy to live with...or I at least need to appear that way to sucker someone into living here. Moving will not be fun, especially this time of year. It's wonderfully cold, but not as much as it should be. As a bonus, a new roommate will also test my theory that the Other Room (my old room) is evil and drives the tenant insane.

I really don't want to give up a place that I'm finally making my own. I've spent most of life occupying the space that I live in but not really personalizing it, owning it. Our place is coming together in spite of meager incomes so starting from scratch somewhere else would be LAME.

My guts are telling me that this year I will be able to pull all my shit together for what may be the first time ever. It's nice to not worry, to be comfortable (much easier to do when your brain is not on fire). Skrumbles...

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