… just resting.

It’s been a crazy, well, year for me. Moving half-way across the country, getting back into an IT-centric job (oh god, I was pretty worried about that), Hillary going back to school, getting married (!), and now I’m looking for another job and Hillary’s starting her masters!

When last I posted (man, I remember when I started this thing thinking I could post little things every day – maybe I can try that again) I was just ranting about being a shut-in

So, some more updates. DBAF: yes there are a bunch of new pages. I’d like to say you can expect them soon, but I really don’t know when I’ll get around to them.

What else? I really hadn’t planned this. Not planning seems to be the only time I do anything, it seems like spontaneity is the only way I can get anything done; when I plan I worry, and the pressure builds. I worry a lot. I’m a little worried I’ve spliced a comma in this paragraph.

Fuck it, we’ll do it live.

I just finished reading Friends Like These by Danny Wallace. Loved it. I identify with a lot of the emotions and worries Danny feels, but not necessarily because of the same events. I don’t feel worried about getting older, in fact I really want that final outcome, it’s just all the bits in between I don’t want to do. I don’t know. I’m not great with expressing my emotions. But I do know that I’m okay with display pillows.

Okay, that seems like enough for now. More later?