Can't... Breathe..... 
Must... Type......

Considering the monumental amounts of dreadful that have managed to accumulate  in the past week and a half, I actually have to say that things are.... not too shabby. You know, seeing as The Boy moved out, I'm so broke I've had nothing but ramen noodles and musli to eat for two weeks, most of my best friends have fled the city (or even the country), and Macbeth decided to commit Harakiri for no apparent reason - and take the last ten years of my life with him (the bastard!) - I'm in pretty OK shape. I mean, I haven't been hit by a truck yet (a real one, that is - the proverbial one, oh, about five times), both my grandparents are still alive; there is hope, I tells ya. I'm sure I put it here somewhere....

Seriously though. Nothing of much interest has been occupying my mind lately, but that isn't necessarily such a bad thing. I am learning to lead a life devoid of any kind of audio-visual entertainment, nutritious food or alcohol, which is turning out to be an interesting experiment. School is fun. I'm meeting friendly, smart, interesting new people, though of course also the occasional oddball (I like to think they keep my sane, even if only by comparison). I've finally got my glasses now, which means I'm studying again. I'm reading novels for the first time in six months. I'm manageing, somehow, to keep my shit together. And that isn't much, but it's something.