Life has been rather... complicated lately.
I've decided that I must just be growing ever more weary of humans and the erratic switchfooting so many misfired synapes produce. I hold no anger, a duly admitted first for me... just that faint hope that a lot of human tendencies will replenish improved, and we all may grow and wake up.
I've acquired a new full time profession, which I'm actually enjoying very much. I build things, all day, out of metal. I shape, cut, hammer, construct and generally manipulate metal all day long. This is very, very fun for me, and it actually makes working a 55 hour week not only without pain, but fun.
My living situation is set to change once again very soon. I'm sincerely looking forward to the better surroundings, and the long-languished stability which has needed to occupy a sincere and cavernous void of such in the past. And this house is just fucking amazing. My bedroom is even bigger than my last one, which was by all accounts ridiculously bountiful in space.
Things with a certain beautiful blonde girl are going quite swimmingly, and that alone makes the burden of daily existence more bearable by means I cannot even measure. I'd long, long fucking ago forgotten how far the simple comfort of someone asking "how have you been today, baby?" and actually not only expecting an answer, but genuinely wanting to know, can go for another slab of mortar in what's always been an incredibly cracked foundation of peace of mind for me. It's nice. I still don't beleive it, or really even fully trust it, but it's very, very nice, and I'm glad the feeling, as well as her company are things I have the distinct privelege of enjoying.
Ah, anyway... I reckon it's time I showered off all the metal dust that covers my skin at the end of the day and leave a nice layer of metallic filaments all over the drain of Jake's bathtub. Oh, the simple pleasures.
More to come when I get settled in, I reckon.
Life really ain't so bad right about now.
