New title for me: failed author in training.
So let's see, the Colts suck, my job is still royally fucking me (but at least they're using lube now!), I still haven't made any progress on the literary front (though at least I have the excuse of being too busy writing the pieces required of my last year in grad school), I'm having still more money problems, I've been stood up by three potential dates and had two more experiences so bizarre you wouldn't believe me even if I told you about them, and I've been unintentionally celibate for about 6 months now. Yet despite all this, somehow I'm not as upset/depressed/drunk as I usually would be in this situation. That's... progress?
So let's see, the Colts suck, my job is still royally fucking me (but at least they're using lube now!), I still haven't made any progress on the literary front (though at least I have the excuse of being too busy writing the pieces required of my last year in grad school), I'm having still more money problems, I've been stood up by three potential dates and had two more experiences so bizarre you wouldn't believe me even if I told you about them, and I've been unintentionally celibate for about 6 months now. Yet despite all this, somehow I'm not as upset/depressed/drunk as I usually would be in this situation. That's... progress?
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desdmonia:
I enjoyed seeing ya, even though I was pretty uh, tied up? - most the time! next time hopefully we will get to hang a bit more...
desdmonia:
yes, it was an insanely awesome madhouse!!